Weaving is often an exercise in frustration. I am playing with hundreds of threads, in many colours sometimes, and often the colour order really matters.
The threads occasionally have minds of their own, and tangle, break, slip out of my hands, and otherwise behave like toddlers that have just had three espressos with sugar.
But sometimes, just sometimes, things go smoothly.
The last few days have been like that for me. I am getting a new piece on the loom right now, and things are going really well. The spools wound nicely, and that sometimes seemingly endless chore went relatively quickly. I threaded the tension box with no issues. Beaming went well, with only one broken thread, due to a knot that I missed.
I finally figured out the sweet spot on my AVL loom for threading, a combination of extra yardsticks, string, lifted shafts, and a stool that is a height that allows me to both see what I am doing, and keep my back straight and comfortable, all while sitting close enough to the shafts to reach them easily.
Sleying, which is ALMOST done, has gone quickly.
I am a little afraid that I am going to “jinx” myself, or anger the weaving gods, or otherwise mess something up in an extraordinarily spectacular fashion now that I have said all this, but this beauty is seriously making my days right now.
Rock Lake Weaving 