Ever heard of them?
I had a couple of friends at the studio today, weaving away.
One of my friends lost her mother back in November. Her mom was in a nursing home, due to severe Alzheimers, and all her clothes were stamped with her name. So since my friend couldn't gift them to someone, she decided to cut them up into strips, and weave them into a rug.
I love the way she wound them into rolls.
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I think the rug is going to be really nice, and I think that the cutting and sewing and weaving of her Mom's clothes is part of her grieving process.
These are some of what I have been doing this week.
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Today I put a 10 yard warp on for dish towels. It is a meditative process, threading those 489 threads. I can't actually think about anything, or I will lose track of what I am doing. Sometimes, that's a good thing, just not thinking at all.
I kept making mistakes, and to be honest, should have quit long before I did. But I really want to get weaving these towels. I think they will make me feel better.
So I persisted.
And just in case you were about to leave here, and feel about as blah as I do, here's a little color to perk you up.
Thank God for color.
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5 comments:
That's a lovely idea.. your friend's. And that first rug and last photo are wonderful.
Oh yeah, I've heard of those blues. If I had a dollar for every time I'd said "I hate winter"...
I love the second rug...just the right mix of softness, with punctuations of bold color here and there.
And what a wonderful way to preserve a loved one's clothing! Sympathies and kudos to your friend!
Had a day or two of sunshine in Arizona so that perked me up a bit..... do love that last photo, very southwest colors!
Di
The Blue Ridge Gal
I realized what color means to Northern Climes a couple of years ago when I looked at some conference photos in a winter Knitters magazine. I gripe about this year, but this is an anomaly. I will have sky and color soon - hang in there.
When my sis's fatherinlaw passed away, there was a huge bag of men's ties in his belongings. He was a businessman so the ties were very common part of his daily wardrobe. So my sis nabbed them, gave them to me. I wove them up into a neato rug with the pointed tabs hanging off the side selvages. We called the rug Family Ties and presented it to the one daughter who mostly took care of him during his remaining years.
Gosh did she ever cry.....
Karen and Steve
http://kareninthewoods-kareninthewoods.blogspot.com/
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