Roller Coaster

Wednesday, I procrastinated by Googling Procion dyes. Then I wove, and was disgusted by my color choices. In the evening I got in the mail Kirsten Glasbrook's tapestry book; I didn't need a tapestry book, I could borrow Mom's Harvery encyclopedia, but I thought I should check one just to see the techniques/mechanics of hanging for my brother's piece, and this book was locally available, so I ordered it on-line. The book was so long in coming I forgot what I had ordered. (By the way, if you like bright cheerful colors, even if you aren't interested in tapestry, I can recommend this book. It is an uplifting, joyous book.)

Then there was Thursday afternoon. I went downstairs looking forward to the last piece off the 2*mint green warps.

I liked it, the combination looks a little more nuanced. Heck, it even looks good against the wood of the loom and the brown paper.

I prefer to call it coincidence, but this is a synchronicity Julia Cameron would be proud of; it's a sheet from an old Japanese calendar.

And soon my lovely, lovely purple cashmere/silk came into view. It felt as if I was having lunch or coffee in town, and my profile vision caught Ben absentmindedly walking, maybe to go to the post office, or just looking for an interesting photo op.

Then I had a warp nightmare, the kind I haven't had in a long while. No, that's not true; it was the kind of normal step as you approach where you've tied the warps, until I decided to be a DQ about it, and I felt totally inadequate and disappointed and defeated. It took 90 minutes to get over myself, and my last lovely piece ended up 10cm shorter than I wanted...

No, No, No, Maybe.

But then I moved on to the purple, and the shuttle went on auto-pilot. It was Home Game after a month of being on the road; all will go well unless I screw up the player rotation.

I used to be so matter of fact, or am I just imagining it? My solo exhibit in 2007, for example, was busy, but never a roller coaster like this. Sue thinks I can be so hard on myself as regards colors; she's right, I've got to get over this precarious relationship with colors.

Yesterday, (well, less than 10 hours ago), Nancy loaned me Tracey Chevalier's "The Lady and the Unicorn"; a bit too much sex and too little weaving in the first 40 pages, but boy, this is so nice; I feel Nancy's love all over.

Gee, Connie, 4AM!