Weaverly

End of Warp?

It's getting close. These may be the last 2 pieces on the amalgamation warp. I'm calling it warp #1, as there will be a lot of amalgamation to follow. The more I explore this structure, the more it intrigues me. I seem to have circled around to my beginnings in network drafting. The big weaving merry-go-round.

Looking a little closer:

And now the ultimate purple weft. There's always got to be a little purple.

 

Only a Few More Days

Only a few more days to see my jacquard work at GCCA. The show closes November 8. Here are a few of my favorite snapshots from the exhibition. 

Go to Greenville Center for Creative Arts for gallery hours and directions.

What If…

Thoughts about amalgamation this morning. What if…

I'll bump this to the top of the list for my next warp. Sixteen shafts. Click to enlarge.

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In the reading department, I've just finished Eli Saslow's "Rising Out of Hatred." Well written, fair-minded, full of surprises, and couldn't be more timely. Highly recommended.

Variations and a Jacquard Sighting

Here are a few more weft variations. The first one is a cream colored (more a pale café au lait), and the second a bright yellow. Both give good contrast to the dark blues & greens of the warp.

It's getting close to the end of this warp; I think there's enough left for a runner of indeterminate length. I've cooked up a small repeat pattern for a striped effect, which turns out to look like teardrops. The weft is a medium dark gray and the pattern doesn't pop out as strongly, but click to enlarge and you will get a better idea.

I'll close this post with a jacquard sighting from this morning's appointment. It's much more cheerful than most waiting room upholstery.

Two More Wefts

These will be fingertip towels; did I mention that?

Such a quaint word. Who ever dries just their fingertips anyway? Maybe they will wind up as table napkins. Mine are never square, so the family is accustomed to rectangular napkins. Sometimes even trapezoidal napkins. But that's another story.

First the green weft. Here it looks golden yellow, but I assure you it is a moss green.

And then this morning a yarn that has a little more color than natural undyed, but not much. It's a sort of linen color, or maybe coffee with a lot of milk.

And a closeup. This weft doesn't add as much drama as the more brightly colored ones, but I do like the way it shows up the pattern better. I used to think I was a color person, but I think my true nature is coming out. I'm a pattern person. Period.

 

A New Weft, a Vote, a Nap

Each of these little towels will have a different weft. You can see the previous weft underneath, heading for the cloth beam. Today I tried a blueish pale gray.

After a most satisfactory visit from our plumber, we headed off to County Square to vote. Age hath its privileges. 

Then I washed the yarn I spun during the World Series and put it on the deck to dry. Maggie picked a nice sunny spot for her afternoon nap.

My, that looks comfy. I think I'll go take a nap now, too.

Doubling Your Fun

With apologies to the chewing gum ad of xx years ago.

What I love about amalgamation in weaving is that it doubles the apparent number of shafts on your loom. Each one of the motifs in this cloth would have required 16 shafts, and to stack them offset like this would have required an additional 16, total 32. But with amalgamation, I am weaving this on 16 shafts total.

I'll be writing more about this topic in the days to come. Click to enlarge.

Amalgamation––Early Samples

The calming effect of a new warp. Warping is one of my favorite activities. The feeling of the warp slipping through my hands is delightful. 

The start of a study on amalgamation. Close relative of network drafting. 

 

There Are No Words

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.