Let it be gray outside.

This is kind of how I plan on spending my winter.
Stove roaring, cat sleeping nearby, warp on my loom for towels or shawls or scarves, things to weave that are easy on my neck.
Listening to solo guitar on Pandora.

This is my most recent warp.  The colors spoke to me, chosen at random.

But just in case you think that I am always on top of my game.........I am so NOT.
Somehow when I wound this warp, I had the narrow strips of rust positioned quite nicely in an otherwise off the top of my head warp, until I got to the end.
Then I screwed up and put a narrow strip of turquoise where the rust should have been.
When I tied the warp on, the absence of symmetry where the rust should have been, jumped right out at me.
So........rust tied on, handy clamp adding weight.  I wove with this the whole  12 yards.
And it worked just fine.

 

 I love making dish towels.  I try to leave them all on the front beam until the warp is finished.  Then I roll it up, cut it off, and bring it home; where I hem the ends, and throw them all in the wash.

Someone asked why they weren't on my web site.
Truth is, I have never been able to get enough ahead to do that.  I sell them out of my shop, and they are usually gone quite quickly.
Maybe this winter, now that I am not weaving rugs for a while, I will get a stack made.

 They  really do last forever.  And they get softer every time you use them.
I find that when I reach in the drawer for a towel, I will go past 5 others to pick out one that came off my loom.
There is a certain sense of  decadence about using a hand woven towel.  At the same time, it feels so right.

 Three good days in a row, I think I must be dreaming.  Hoping that this is a glimpse of my future.
But knowing too, that if it's not, it's still a blessing.
Because days like this will help me get through days that aren't so peachy.

 It may be gray outside, but I know where the color is.
And today, there is sunshine in my heart.  That's what hope will do.