Society

Two ancient ladies came to visit me this morning, while I was threading linen on the old barn loom. One of the old ladies said she was 95 years old and used to have a loom a long time ago.
Their visit seemed auspicious.

Later I went into town to visit my weaving, knitting and spinning friends at Kindred Threads cooperative weaving studio, where there is plenty of weaving inspiration. Since Carole has moved her loom into the studio she has made so many beautiful pieces. She made me want to find the right blue linen to pop up on a sienna weft in Ms&Os. To work in a good place is the best way to become a better weaver. I feel sorry for the many old weavers who have told me they were content to weave in the basement!

Jan was spinning creamy camel and silk fluff into yarn. Angie was spinning her handdyed wool into a beautiful thick and thin yarn which she claimed was just easy to do, and likely to sell. After a while, she seemed to be liking her yarn quite a lot. Her spun yarns are like paintings. As usual I find it hypnotic to watch the spinning, but feel no desire to do it myself. We discussed what to do when a project suddenly goes bad. Another Carol espouses the "magic scissors" technique. Chop it off quick, start over, and you need not tell a soul. This is true, and the best solution. It often takes longer to decide to get rid of the problem than to eradicate it and begin again. This is my experience.

An important discussion followed about how we least wished our public portraits to appear. I'll never have a picture taken cuddling my cat. Carole said, Please never let me appear with my hand posed coyly against my cheek.

I'd better quit taking pictures of the creek and all these useless, beautiful cherry blossoms and get back to weaving.