Every once in a while this placemat turns up in the laundry, and I stop and smile and remember. My weaving beginnings date back to my sixth grade classroom in Elizabeth, New Jersey; 1950 that would be. The teacher was Julia Loso. She had a 4-shaft Structo loom warped up in the corner of the classroom with the Honeysuckle overshot draft, and every sixth grader that year had the opportunity of weaving a placemat, carefully following the draft. This is my placemat. Weaving it was such a thrilling experience that I knew that some day I had to have a loom of my own and be a weaver. Thank you, Julia Loso (And yes, I did go back to Elizabeth and found Mrs. Loso and thanked her personally, when she was long retired and in her eighties. She actually remembered me).
The fringes on this mat are nearly all worn away from repeated launderings. Weavers, take note. Hems are better than fringes on items that will be washed frequently. And then…and then there is the signature a little unsupervised two-year-old inscribed with indelible marker pen. Also a bit of history.
If you'd like to weave your own Honeysuckle mat, here's the draft.