Here's my tale of woe.
I can claim being tired, oh yes, I can.
I had this tattered rug that needed to be taken apart, and rewoven on a brand new warp. A bright white warp.
So I did it, put the bright white on the loom, took the rug apart, and wove it anew. With one slight problem. When I put the finishing header on the rug, I grabbed the wrong shuttle, and it was OFF WHITE.
When I put it down on the floor, it jumped out at me. I stood there and looked at it for a couple of minutes, sighed deeply, picked it up, and cut the header off, and tore the rug apart, again.
I wove it again, this time I made sure there was only ONE shuttle near the loom.
I will mail it out tomorrow, only a day off schedule.
And what is in the air???? Everyone is getting out old, raggy rugs, and they want them rewoven.
Don't get me wrong, I love old rugs, but they can be a challenge.
Taking them apart is tedious.
Old rugs like this one are made of very narrow strips of fabric.
But after all the work, their charm is unmistakable.
After Sydney showed up in the barn, last September, my husband said "you have to draw the line."
Of course, I am not entirely sure where the line is, and I am not sure I am so inclined.
This little one doesn't understand about lines. He is not feral, but he is sure scared.
When I saw him/her eating bugs off the walk, I decided some food was in order.
It seemed to hit the spot.
I loved all the names you left in your comments for the potholder loom.
I do have ONE prototype that I have been playing with, with 2 dozen in the works.
That being said, I am going to push the drawing up to Saturday, to give more people a chance to leave a comment.
But I am going to tell you, weaving on it is somewhat addictive. But you knew I'd say that, didn't you?