My days go best when I start as I mean to go on.
And it never hurts to dress for the task:
white yarn + white snow= color in my clothing.
--Truth to tell, I shoveled the sidewalks before I started spinning as fresh and fluffy snow is so much easier to move than the trompted on variety--
But the point is to busy my hands, still my mind, and remember my priorities.
And most of the time, spinning is a major priority.
The weaving I'm doing right now seems to need just as much yarn
but has a different rhythm than tapestry.
With tapestry, it is
spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
dye, dye dye,
draw draw draw draw draw draw
weave, weave weave weave weave weave weave weave weave weave weaveweaveweaveweaveweaveweaveweave
With the current work (whatever it is called),
the rhythm is:
Anne Merrow, editor of Spin Off Magazine,
recently wrote this very kind blog post about my tapestry The Three Of Spinsters,
and an image of which was in the magazine 20 years ago
--note--I was going to put a link to this page on my archive so you could see the tapestry, but for some reason I don't have it on there. Turns out you can google it though. There is at least one image on Pinterest and another on this page of an article I wrote long ago for the American Tapestry Alliance Newsletter. This business of living in the distant future just slays me sometimes)--
Anyway, Anne's Spinning Daily posted reminded me that I wove that
tapestry in 1994 or 5 (ish) after I'd been spinning for 12 or so years
and was trying as hard as I could to express the unmititaged joy that making yarn
and making yarnish friends has brought to my life.
And though the way I am currently expressing that joy is not precisely the same,
and, indeed, the ways I make my yarnish friends is way more pixilated (blogging? instagram? Who knew in 1995?)
the feeling hasn't changed one little bit.
Start as we mean to go on, right?
Sarah C Swett