Last July, an old high school friend came by to visit. She was enthralled by the studio, and said she hoped she could weave someday. Well, a loom appeared, you know how those looms seem to find just the right person, right?
She called me for my opinion, and at my direction, bought the loom.
She did VERY well: Newcomb Studio Art loom, bought new in the early 1970's, and by the looks of it, hardly ever used. In addition, she got all the paraphernalia that goes with it. Trouble was, she didn't have a clue.
So I suggested she come for weaving bootcamp, which is what my husband says it should be named.
She called me a month ago, and said, how about Nov 20th???
So I picked her up at the airport on Saturday.
"Mom, do we have company coming?"
Since Saturday we have been weaving up a virtual storm. We get up at 6:30am, and fall into bed by 10:30 at the latest. She has woven a few things, and more importantly, warped 4 looms.
We have eaten out, eaten DH's marvelous spagetti, and ignored everything but the business of weaving.
When she goes home, I want her to be able to put a warp on that loom of hers, and not be afraid for a nano second.
One night, as we were putting a warp on the Toika, we thought we saw something scoot across the porch. Was it Bubbalee? I ran to the kitchen and switched on the light, grabbing my camera with my free hand.
If you look close, you can see his pointy litte possum tale just going over the top step.
L says they are cuddly creatures. Not sure what she is smokin'. They look vicious to me.
As you know, I love creating new weavers, and every once in a while, I create a monster/addict/weaver, pretty much like me.
Another late night, we even put a bamboo warp on the Macomber up in the bedroom.
Supervisors look bored, don't they??
I will be back when boot camp is over, but for now, it's weave and sleep, weave and sleep.