I'm amazed to read about the present, sweltering heat in the southern hemisphere, Australia, for instance, while staring into the teeth of this "Alberta Clipper" coming down from, well, the finger points at Alberta. Thanks, Canada.
A wind accompanies this snow, and below zero temperature, a strong wind that whips up snow dust tornados that whirl up and across the hay field, catching snow, loose leaves and twigs, sucking them high in a twisting vortex, before vanishing through the fence at the plum row at the top of the field.
Dramatic, but largely an illusion.
So. I am weaving potholders, a throwback to simpler times, days when I began weaving, a
project of cutting rags and chaining them together, to weave into useful, and cheerful kitchen things.
A potholder like this will not look the same after 2 decades of hard use, potholding, but then neither does this (speaking of myself now) potholder look the same. The rags here are cotton, cut at about an
inch wide, the warp, 12/6 Swedish rug warp, black. The sett is 10 epi, but woven in doublebinding, an interconnected double-face weave, with two layers of rag, with only 1/4 of the warps showing on
each surface. There are warp threads interwoven between the layers, and no fingers should ever feel heat. This is a favorite weave of mine, and my brain feels like a big snow whirly of fresh
ideas while I'm at work. Let us not despair, for we are human, and we each have imagination.
We can create what we can imagine.