Weaverly

Snowed In

Snowed in is not such a bad thing IF you don't lose power and you have plenty of food. That's a big if. We are so-o-o lucky. Thanks everyone for checking in.

This is the view out my kitchen window early this morning. The hydrangea bushes are knee deep in snow. The wind howled yesterday. Today the sun is shining. I hear that cars are stranded around the main entrance. I do see a few cars on the road now and then. For the time being we are staying put.

There is always this. And knitting.

There is also reading. Just finished Lauren Groff's Matrix. If you like reading about strong women and if you have a taste for historical fiction (yes! yes!), this one's for you.

Out of the Usual Groove

Everything is askew. The swans are walking around on land. They are ungainly out of their element. They waddle, in fact.

Thoreau's cabin is uninhabited. He has never, in fact, inhabited this particular cabin. On the other hand, it suggests a homeyness to me. Perhaps it's the pitch of the roof.

Some of you have asked to see the finished blanket. Here it is, as best I can photograph it. The room is small and the bed is large. 

All plain weave. A glancing ray of sunlight.

Now it's time for another warp. This time for the dobby. The beaming operation begins here. If you look hard you can see Uncle Potch on the wall.

It's ready for threading. When I get around to it.

Just finished reading: There Is Nothing for You Here by Fiona Hill. Remarkable history.

Blanket Finished

Yes, I finally finished the blanket. For those who haven't been following this saga, I'll recap: four strips of plain weave, handspun warp & weft, joined together at the selvedges with a triple stitch, and the cut edges bound in linen. It's huge, king size I think. I tried weighing it this morning, and it comes to over six pounds. Here's a view of the zig-zag stitch (AKA triple stitch, Bolivian stitch, Andean stitch, and maybe some others).

I had to set up a card table in the living room to accommodate the yards of fabric for the binding stage, as my usual sewing area is too small. The good thing about this new setup is that I could watch operas on TV while sewing. 

A close-up of the binding application:

The binding was turned to the wrong side and stitched down by hand. Another opportunity for viewing opera.

The final step: a label. Who knows where this will wind up 100 years from now? 2022 you say? Now what was going on in 2022? 

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Department of Books. Just finished reading There's Nothing For You Here by Fiona Hill.