Weaverly

Tail End

There's not enough of this warp left for a scarf, but I'll just keep on going until it's used up, this time with an adobe-colored weft. It'll go into the basket of odds & ends, maybe to be part of a collaged garment or ?

And here's what I've just finished reading. I bought it on a whim about 15 years ago because I couldn't resist the cover, and it's languished in a stack of books since then. I'm trying to read all my orphan books and then give them away. This one was a real winner. I thought it would be about someone who likes to read (and it is, partly) but more than that it's about book collecting. 

I've read a bit of fiction about bibliophily. The ones that come to mind now are the crime novels of John Dunning, and the marvelous Perez-Reverte's The Club Dumas. Also one I read a very long time ago as a serialized novel in my mother's subscription copies of Ladies Home Journal: China Court by Rumer Godden. But A Pound of Paper is is not fiction. It's a memoir about a collector of books. Loved it! And it has so many suggestions of things I want to read, that I'm afraid that I'm not going to make much progress in reducing the size of my library. I know, I know, go digital. 

 

Helpless - Not Really

Yesterday we drove out into the country to see if we could find this old house again. Yes, it was just where we'd left it. Seemingly occupied, but barely. Nobody home yesterday. Did some sketching. Are you old enough to remember "Helpless" by Crosby, Stills & Nash? Blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise...

The old barn was appealing to a weaver, too.

And then we checked on Uncle Bud. Looks like he hasn't been there in a while.

Back at home I finished weaving the orange scarf. Here's a view of both sides at once.

This morning I cut if off, twisted the fringes, and sent it through the washer & drier. It is modeled here by my studio assistant.

And a closer view, if you like. 

More Interleaving

A few more inches on the interleaved warp. The colors are startlingly different depending on the point of view of the photographer and the time of day.

Here is a view from the left, photographed in morning daylight.

And here's a view from the right, in the afternoon.

Meanwhile, I've thrown - almost literally - a new handspun warp onto the rigid heddle loom, and I'm weaving it with a simple pick-up pattern. It's great late afternoon weaving, just at the time of day when my energy level is lowest. In fact, I think I'll go make a cup of tea.

Recently finished reading Simon Winchester's "The Man Who Loved China." Highly recommended! Thanks, Teena, for the tip.