This week I had to re-thread my loom, since Mikey the Cat jumped sideways onto the warp behind the heddle frames, from the floor, taking all but a few warp ends down with him as he fell through. I had forgotten to secure the warp ends in front of the beater.
I always secure my warp ends when I cut a piece of weaving off the loom. In 34 years of weaving this has never happened to me. Now, I'm back to weaving more of the rag and yarn weave fabric, like what I had just cut off the loom, which I plan to cut and sew into a coverlet.
This time, I'm trying to weave a more rustic, plainer weave, with the idea of a blanket for a prison cell. Strangle the Cat will be the name of this coverlid, when and if I am ever able to make it. Lucky for him (orange striped above) I'm an unconditional cat lover.
The idea of coverlet weaving has wormed itself into my brain, and I am a little distracted. The modern, minimal weaves of Catarina Riccabona have been making me crazy for a while. I may even come around to some traditional overshot patterns. I never dreamed I'd go there, but I've been looking at old Marguerite Davidson again. At this moment, everything is fluid. Ideas are tumbling around in my head. I'll call that a good sign. Better than frozen.