In my Mind’s Eye

Ever since acquiring the Crisp Ruthie Tapestry loom, I have had visions of the paintings I would make.  They come to me at odd times, sometimes while swimming, sometimes just as I awake in the morning.  I see the colors and textures of the different yarns in my GROWING collection of handspun intertwining into a beautiful, abstract expression of form and color.

DSC_0002It is Now February 2015 and Ruthie came to live with me in the beginning of April 2014.  I have been “dreaming” an awfully long time!  What has caused this prolonged contemplation?  Who knows.  I find that as I have aged that my ability to procrastinate has greatly improved.  In my early years, if I was anxious about something then I would plunge headlong, both feet in, with Gusto!  I seem to be lacking that kind of confidence these days.

I wound 172 ends of linen/cotton warp months ago — September I think.  Thank God I labeled it (# yards, #ends) because looking at it the other day, I was at a complete loss as to its measure.  I work in Chardon, teaching Geometry, and we have had EXTENDED snow days due to the extreme cold — what do they call them — ah Arctic Blasts, or Arctic Vortex (which sounds MUCH worse).  Anyway,  I organized my work spaces, wrote to a friend for instructions on how to warp a vertical loom, finished up a spindle project, putzed around, and finally decided that Saturday would be the day to dress my poor naked girl (Saturday being the warmest of the most recent Artic Vortex days).

ruthieI feel silly,  it was absurdly easy to dress this loom, even winding the ends onto the back beam was a breeze – though I did enlist hubby to supervise the weighted ends, and lend moral support.  The reed was horizontal, so sleying it was easy, no tool needed, and no sore muscles afterward.  I threaded and tied to the back rod in groups of 8, again, easy and pain free — I did this from a standing position, taking an occasional break to WARM up by the fire.

After tying on to the front bar, I “wove” in a header of toilet paper to space out the threads, and then some pearl cotton.  Now she is ready.  The dreams I have had can find expression in the form of this simple device.  Somehow I must recall the energy and fearlessness of my youth and plunge forward, bobbins and yarn in hand to Create!