I had so much fun reading all the comments that have come in so far. I’m so glad so many of you popped in to leave a note! It’s always fun for me to get a glimpse at the folks I’m writing this for. (If you didn’t have a chance to enter the giveaway drawing, go here and leave a comment on the January 1st post.)
This blue and white warp has been on my Norwood 4-harness for seven years.
The warp started out as overshot kitchen towels, towels meant as gifts. Nicholas and I were going to weave the towels together; he helped me pick out the weaving draft and warp the loom.
Then we had to move from San Diego to Colorado, and the loom with the warp still on it got folded up and wrapped in blankets and trucked 1148 miles to our new home at the foot of the Rockies. Nicholas and I both started new jobs, life got crazy…and then we moved 1509 miles from Colorado to Milton, a suburb of Toronto. The loom, still folded, still with the warp tied on, once again was wrapped in blankets and trucked northwards. Eight months later, our landlady decided to sell the house out from under us, and once again, the loom was put on a truck for another trek northwards to the town where we live now.
This morning, I took the blue and white warp off the loom. I’d forgotten which draft we had planned to weave, and the threading was complicated, too complicated for me to figure out. I tried weaving a sample, using all sorts of treadling patterns…but nothing looked very good. I started to get an image in my head of blue and white towels striped with green…and that’s when I decided the warp had to be redone.
I’m not going to do the blue, white, and green towels right away. I’m going to do the pickup tote first. But taking off that seven-year warp seems like such a milestone to me that somehow it seemed blog-worthy. I think at some point one lets go of plans that didn’t work out, dreams that didn’t quite fit; most of the time that letting go is below our conscious radar.
I feel like I’ve been slowly letting go of the past seven years. They were good years, don’t get me wrong. But they were years where Nicholas and I put aside a lot of hopes and dreams for the future, because we were Just Coping with the things that life threw at us., such as, oh…Canada.
The shift from a life lived near the ocean, in a lovely temperate climate, with flowers and sunshine all around, where we could wear sandals nearly year-round, to a life lived in places with snow and no ocean for miles, with months of little sun, where we have to change our entire wardrobe twice a year…that was a huge change for us, especially for me. In San Diego, we could pretty much just dash out the door, or wander outside to take a photo, and not think twice about what shoes we were wearing. In Canada, it can be a matter of life and death what sort of clothing we are wearing if our car breaks down.
But we’ve got the winter thing figured out now, and it’s become habit to check the temperature and weather before leaving the house. We’ve accumulated proper winter gear, and even each lost our first set of mittens. We’ve learned how to cope; now there’s room to learn how to dream again.
The old warp of our lives has finally come off the loom. It’s time to choose a new pattern, to measure a new warp.
Today’s Random Good
Nicholas made them for me last night. They have cheese in them.
the Frog Princess