half of it had been transformed
from woven cloth
into fragments of flax
(now settled into my compost pile
amidst cabbage leaves
and other garden tailings).
the warp has sprouted
a couple of tiny houses
and the beginnings of a recipe.
given the bottom to top
nature of weaving tapestry,
but I'm sure you know what I mean.
Either way, it is not evolving as I planned.
(with the now composting linen)
was to mimic the paper
on which the recipe was written--
a thing I've done before,
so version 2.0 presented a dilemma.
If no longer repeating something I know how to do,
what?
The same thing again only with wool?
A different piece of paper?
Forget the paper idea
and let my hands choose
yarn and direction?
the latter felt the most delicious
even when,
given that my long-time
and oft-stated preference
is to work with two strands of singles,
my hands chose the small ball
of mill spun
two ply Harrisville Flywheel
left over from from
the long Sarah-Dippity Skirt
I wove last winter
(which just happens to be
what I am wearing today).
Geez.
Give my hands a choice
and anything could happen.
But since I'd rejected coolness and relevance as a guiding principle
it did seem like a good idea
to go for the feeling first,
and let the 'concept' follow
(or not)
as it would.
woolen-spun Flywheel
for most of hte letters
and two strands of hand spun
madderroot-dyed Targhee/Debouillet
for the RED letters
(cuz of the red roof on the little house),
I marched the few blocks to my LYS
The Yarn Underground,
came home
with more of the Harrisville
in a slightly lighter value
(driftwood, a warm-hued woolen cousin
of the hand spun linen
at the bottom of hte tapestry),
and dove in again.
Dan's Digestive Biscuits 2.0
here I come!
presents many challenges:
stretchiness, packability etc
(type "weft yarn" or "tapestry weft"
into the search box at the top of the page,
and/or on Rebecca Mezoff's blog,
for more info on this topic),
and I find myself enjoying it immensely.
Not only is this the perfect weight
for my sett (10 epi),
but it is also kind of fun
to contrast it with the red hand spun.
Sometimes one seems easier to work with,
sometimes the other.
Who knew?
assumptions
--for food
for tapestries,
for how one's days unfold--
are merely a starting place,
don't you think?
What joy
to mess around with yarn
change my mind
and adapt.
Also -- a gal can buy some really nice yarn.
It surprises me every time.
ps -- speaking of changing/trusting one's mind,
there were a few questions/comments on last week's post
about ripping out, making the decision to do so,
and how to have/develop confidence in one's choices.
Rebecca M wrote a great post about this
(with a video!), which I highly recommend.
The link is HERE.