on Christmas Eve, so pretty! Then a blizzard struck. They called the wind Goliath. But it is still beautiful, just more of it.
The new town plow came out, and funny how glad I feel to see it clearing the roads. The plow guy I hire to clear my driveway missed the blizzard, because he is vacationing in Florida. His understudy plow guy is also vacationing, in Florida.
The next alternate plow guy, under-understudy, had enthusiasm, but had not plowed my particular
circle drive before, and so didn't know about my parking spaces, left unplowed. He arrived a day late, with 3 pages of driveways on his list yet to plow, and though I saw he started out confidently at the bottom end of my driveway, he ended by meandering up into the beeyard, where the trail ended! He backed out, apparently, and left quietly. So, I took my shovel to the end of the drive he missed plowing, and worked until I was afraid for my weaving arm. Actually, afraid for both of my weaving arms. It is trance-inducing work, like scything in the summer, and maybe weaving.
Chop, chop, chop the blade down into the snow bank. Scoop, throw, scoop, throw. I tested one of my winter scarfs in the process, and was satisfied with how it functioned, and how good it must make my shoveling style look! I hope.
I am ready to put on a new warp, today, and very indecisive. I'm looking at overshot designs, and then longing again for my old favorites, Goose Eye and Rosepath. New West Texas organic cotton from Voices of Industry will surely go on one loom, but the other....? Suddenly, inspiration strikes. "Linen! It's been so long since I had a beautiful, unbleached Swedish linen warp." I'm so relieved, and start rounding up spools, counter, tension box, making calculations in my book, already anxious to see the new weave! Just as I begin, I remember.
Never, never put on a linen warp in January in Wisconsin. I know this, I know this,
from so many sad experiences. I should have it tattooed on my arm, since I very nearly forgot it, again.
January and February are too dry and cold, and linen will work with me only when it's warm and humid. So why do I always want to put on linen warps now? This is the time to let linen lie. Sigh. So, I decided to write this blog post instead, but now I must decide, if not linen, then what? And so it begins again.
Happy New Year, good friends, artists and weavers, careful readers. You are a real presence to me, and I envision each of your lives when I see your comment. I imagine you in your place, and I'm happy to know you, if only a small part of who you are. I have appreciated your comments and knowing some of you check here every now and then to see what the news is! Imagine what we can do this year, if we put our minds to it.