I was born and raised here near the 54th parallel and as such I have spent my life watching the sun come and go in the sky. Over the years the winter solstice has become a much more important day in the year to me than any other. The winter solstice is when the sun stops its slow slide to the horizon and begins its gentle journey back up, bringing with it our longer daylight hours. Humans seem to be bound to the sun and the moon in ways that we can't really articulate. Fire no doubt felt magical to early humans. It brought heat but also...light. Recently I had a conversation with someone about being supportive. My life has benefited in so many ways by others helping and being supportive of me. At one point I was feeling guilty after picking the brains of another weaver and apologized because I had no money to pay for her time. She looked at me - hard - and said "Pass it on." Her words sounded prophetic to me, as though I had suddenly found my calling....
Once again weaving has administered a reality check - nope, still not perfect. After working on The Book for so many (cumulative) months, I am just about at the point where I am so *done* with it. If it weren't for the fact Ruth is here, right now, polishing, polishing, polishing, it would be so very easy to just toss it all and say I just don wanna any more. But I am also so close I can taste it. My ego has been taking a kicking though, as I look through my samples, weave more, discover that over and over again I am so far from 'perfect' it isn't even funny. A big part of me wants to write the 'perfect' book that everyone will find helpful, useful, a'classic' of the literature. Another part of me knows very well that that is an insanely ridiculous thing to even think of. Of course all of this isn't helped by a loom that isn't behaving very well, introducing 'errors' into the cloth that are nearly impossible to see...until after wet fi...
end of a towel showing part of the motif and the hem area... One of the things that really appeals to me is how the threads march steadfastly in order as I weave them into the cloth. Yes, I know about the threading error in that block. No, I'm not going to 'fix' it. It won't affect the function of the cloth and I have decided to accept it as my unique maker's mark. Yes, I know I'm lazy and I should have re-threaded 2/3's of the warp to fix it. No, I didn't feel like it. Which just goes to prove that I am not, and never will be 'perfect'. Yes, I know some people will judge me. That is their prerogative. I have spent many years of my life making sure every textile I produced was 'perfect'. IOW, without obvious error. However, there comes a time when another part of you says, you know what? I don't have the time or energy for that level of 'perfect' for this warp. When it came to this warp, I felt ill (from the adverse e...
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