I have been working the heck out of my 4 harness counter balance loom. It's a little thing so I tend to take it places when I'm doing demos and if I have a small project I will use it instead of the 54inch loom. I just finished a 6 yard piece of cloth and have a 4 yard weft faced band on it now (more viking or messenger bags). Now I've had this loom for a good twenty years and when I got it, I replaced most of the ropes with new. And I used a jute rope.
Now, I need to have two bags done Saturday morning. I've been out of town and had a few other set backs, or nights where I couldn't grab an hour or two for weaving, So i thought I'd push through tonight, I should have only about 2 yards of the weft faced band to do. I got started about an hour ago. So why am I here blogging.
One of the ropes broke. <sigh>
And I can't find any of my cotton rope around <another sigh>
Is this the Gods way of telling me, it's time to slow down? To accept that there is no way in hell I'm getting these bags done. Poopies!
I had been thinking of blogging about the joy of working in the evening in the studio, with the big door open. As the town quiets down for the night and the Chinese restaurant slows down, I start hearing the frogs in the river bed. The occasional bird, or possiblyy an owl calling to it's mate. And the steady noise of the loom; change the shed, throw the shuttle, beat the cloth, repeat. I'm glad my studio isn't in the house. And maybe someday, my studio will be more out of town .