(after writing to you),
I tied on a warp
and began to weave.
the rhythmic elegance
of balanced plain weave
to soothe my rollicking brain.
How is it
that the yarn always knows?
WARP: Targhee/Debouillet spindle spun wool,
-two strands singles (approx 8000 yards per pound)
-two strands two-ply (approx 4000 yards per pound).
(approx. 3,300 yards per pound)
from Gist Yarn and Fiber--
(great source for weaving supplies
and an excellent Podcast ).
Backstrap Loom with 15 dent rigid heddle
warped as per Backstrap Dialogues.
with the entirely hand spun
I wove last June.
(at least I think it was June),
assuming that the fine(ish) mill spun weft
would be close enough
since the warp was similar.
I was also busy uniting the lovely pieces of fabric
with long rows of imaginary running stitch
Alas, however, it was not to be.
(My plan that is).
the mill spun was easy to weave
and the hand delicious.
It's just that the two,
though similar enough,
did not see eye to eye --
(or yarn to yarn)--
(amicably and politely, if hastily),
agreed to disagree
with my plan for their lives.
At a little bit of a loss,
I could only think
to roll everyone up
and wait for another day.
The best laid plans....
who should leap out of the storage container
filled with glee,
but an even earlier linsey-woolsey experiment--
with mill spun yarn in both warp and weft.
"Listen to me," it cried.
"I have a plan."
Warp: Brown Sheep Fingering warp (10/3, approx 2800 yards per pound)
with natural and naturally dyed alternating stripe,
Weft: the same Gist 18/3 linen weft as above.
For sure enough,
though quite different in weight and hand,
(not least due to the presence/absence of singles in the warp),
the two Gist-linen-weft swathes
did indeed seem to belong together.
to the ever ready White Rotary sewing machine--
paused long enough
to admire the magnificence of
this tool that happily hums along
107 years after patent,
40 of them spent
supporting and encouraging me
as I went from 19 year old cloth-obsessed
ranch caretaker in the Selway-Bitterroot wilderness,
to still cloth-obssed nearly 60 year old
with a sedate life in town,
along the way helping my
make innumerable dice bag for D & D--
stitched some more,
and pressed (with lots of steam).
there they were together,
a deliciously drapy
Ode to Agnest Martin.
part of such a thing?
Hard to say.
None of us are quite sure yet,
truth to tell.
So we're taking a break--
and admire the light
and be glad.
Some other swathes
of slightly mis-matched cloth-mates
have found each other--
know so much more than I--
so, if you'll pardon me
I'm off on another matchmaking adventure.
Now, where did my thimble go?