It does, for a while, then it doesn't.
I think it's the placement of the magnet, but I've readjusted it several times, with no permanent solution.
So I'm waiting for a phone call from Dave, from Louet.......on Monday. I know he's a busy man, delivering and setting up looms all over, and doing a show this weekend, so I am trying to be patient.
I made a decision to not let this throw me into a tizzy.
I have other things to do.
The cloaks are coming off the AVL, and I'm perfecting the sewing of them.
This one is wool and bamboo.
Same warp, different weft, it always amazes me how that changes everything.
I had company on Columbus Day...and this girl always wants to make something.
So we made bread.
She would have been happy to have kneaded that bread all afternoon.
We had to have a little talk, after she blithely announced that she was making a "helluva" mess.
She's going to get me in trouble.
#1 daughter brought her puppy with her, Rosie.....a rescue from the SPCA.
She and Naya play constantly......and it is apparent that Naya has the patience of a saint.....because Rosie chews on her the whole time she is here.
When Naya tried to get in her "day bed" to take a break, Rosie just climbed in with her, and the shenanigans continued.
It was a wet day, and the two of them went out, came in, went out, came in......you get the idea.......dog tracks everywhere, but boy, did they have a blast.
So worth the mess.
I just put another warp on the AVL, and I think I may be sorry about this one.
It's a really lovely wool, but for some reason, I decided to put black stripes across it.
It does look nice, but here's the truth.......I am going to really, really get tired of looking at it long before the warp is done.
Lately I've been sleeping deeply, and dreaming a lot.
One dream got my attention, because I have had it before, or versions of it, my whole life.
I think it must mean something, but I can't really decide what.
In the dream, I'm in the woods, next to a small pool of water. When I dive in, I swim down deep and into a tunnel of sorts, that is very tight, and dark. I am very frightened of this, but when I emerge at the other end, and come up out of the water, I am in a totally different world......another place, not where I went into the water at all. And wherever it is, I am enthralled with it, and happy to be there.
The other night, I dreamed it again, only this time, I was sitting by the pool, telling someone else how to navigate the tunnel. I refused to go into the water, and wanted nothing whatever to do with that tunnel, or the feelings it evoked.
It was so real, that when I woke up, I wondered for a second, if that pool and that tunnel were real, or just something from a dream.
Why can't I just dream normal stuff???? Now there's a question.