Today it was time to get that warp off the warping board, before it takes root there. And besides, I have been itching to try out the new Macomber 8 harness loom.
Because it is a wool warp that I am dealing with, I decided not to put it on the way I would normally, from the front, through the reed, and the heddles.
I chose Deborah Chandler's 'hybrid' method', which sounds like more work, but ended up not so much.
I chained the warp off the board, and using a 6 dent reed, I sleyed kind of randomly, 3 threads to a dent, or approximately, all across the reed. I then took the harnesses right off the loom, tied the warp onto the back beam, and using sticks, and lots of pulling the warp tight at intervals, I 'beamed' that baby on.
I was amazed at how easy it was.....hmm.......can an old dog learn new tricks?????
I tied knots in front of the reed, so the warp wouldn't escape.
I then took the reed out of the beater bar, and positioned it over the back beam, and tied it securely with a couple pieces of fabric.
Then came the threading of the heddles. NEWS BULLETIN: don't try to thread 480 fine threads of anything when your head is aching. OK?
Mistakes made, stubborn streak KICKS IN, mistakes corrected. Will finish this tomorrow.
After all, Scarlett, tomorrow is another day.
Time to go home.
I am still being plagued by an order from last year....an order, I might add, that took up an inordinate amount of time and effort.
It's a sad story, big rug, runner, stair runner, can you spell TEDIUM, especially when it is all chartreuse.
Well so the story goes, dog peed on big rug, dog peed on runner, rugs sent out to be cleaned, cleaner has head up butt, now said cleaned rugs have NO COLOR at all. Do not match stair runner, which somehow was spared.
Apparently peeing on stairs is a challenge.
So now, having searched and not found more fabric, I am in limbo, waiting for designer to find some, and perhaps, they will be woven again.
It surely makes me consider, and reconsider, the custom order side of Crazy as a Loom. I feel sometimes like I have to redefine every so often, to get it right. Right means that it flows, it is not work, it is passion. When it is work, it is not right.
Get it? Question is, do I?
But I think I am beginning to understand the importance of what really is. Important. Or not.
Who knew that it could take 60+ years to 'get it'??? And I'm not there yet.
I'm glad I didn't know this early on, I might have gotten discouraged.
See, sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Do you have to hold me by the throat to kiss me??? Be gentle, O.