In spite of my best efforts, a sweater I've been knitting since last November is telling me that it's not coming out the right size, so I've frogged it. Eight skeins of this curly stuff is taking a bath and will hang to dry, straightened, and will then be wound into balls, ready for the next whatever. Maybe woven, not knitted.
Going for walks in this July heat means getting up at 6:30. There are benefits. I get to see the most amazing skies.
The woods are more interesting, too. A little darker, a little scarier.
I love passing this garden shed. It has a fairytale look.
Shrubbery that was nondescript is suddenly lush and flowering.
Unfortunately the gates to the campus are still tightly shut, so I can't walk around the lake. I miss that.
On the bright side, you never know whom you'll meet.
Back in the studio, I'm finishing up the last towels on the dobby loom. It's been fun using a different weft on each towel. I never know just how the warp colors will react to each weft, and the weaving is a constant surprise. Here's turquoise...
...and then (view from back of loom) the knots come into view, and it's time to wrap things up.
There's not enough warp here for an entire towel, so I weave a short length using up bits of weft left on the bobbins, hit or miss.
Everything's now cut off, ready for hemming & washing. Here's the hit-or-miss piece, which might be my favorite.
Just finished reading The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova. A good summer read. Painting, French Impressionists, a psychiatrist sleuth, a century-old love affair, stolen letters, what's not to like?