Weaving is often enjoyed alone. The rhythmic click clack of the shuttle, quietly winding a new warp, dreaming of a new project. We enjoy the companionship of weaving together with the occasional quiet conversation between passes of our shuttles but unlike so many of the other fiber arts we don’t hear much about group “weave-alongs”. Many of us relish the solitude. Until disaster strikes!
Winding my warp for the latest project I got distracted and let my mind wander. Apparently I wandered too far and discovered a problem with the new warp. I spread it in the raddle and realized that my cross was a bit tangled. Threads were crossed and wound back and oh my heavens! Tangles galore! I was tempted to give up, cut the whole thing off and wad it up into the trash. Slumped before the loom just as I was giving up, in walked Fran. A friend can be your most valuable tool of all. Helping me figure out alternatives, bolstering my confidence and helping me realize that all was not lost. Thank you dear friend!
We are really never alone in our fiber world. Thank you to those who teach, those who inspire and those who help us along the way.