I was called something this morning by an art student; "renegade", was it? Suddenly I remembered I was a renegade in the convent school, from age 7 onwards. So where did I loose it?
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P2P. The exciting part is I'm getting links to everybody's final posts. And they are very exciting. As to my own, I had to cut off the warp this afternoon. The warp was indeed much too short, and I rejigged the warp once too many and the tension became too uneven to weave. I have 110cm woven, and a good length of potential fringe on one end, too, too long for my taste on the other. It could still turn out to be a gorgeous shawl for someone about 2 ft tall. Or a cat.
Disappointed, because it would have been a gorgeous silky scarf, but man, I learned a lot.
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Onwards and upwards. Tomorrow is the writing workshop.
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In fact, it's quite amazing what I can hide with "nice" colors; in the top drawing both arms were in the wrong place and in the wrong proportion, and I fudged my way around the body and now I can't tell where the right breast really was, or in what shape.
Oh bummer on the warp Meg, it happens to us all and not just once in a while. I do like the idea of shawl for a cat though....;) Not that's renegade!
Happy to find your blog thanks to Life Looms Large. Renegade art is a good phrase.
Janet
Theresa, All I can say is... "Why me, why now? Wa....... "
Thank you, Janet. Just so you know, this is not a very sane nor balanced platform. The blogger, moi, goes off the rail. Hey, I found a new name for myself just now: Dame Rantsalot!
OMG -- how did your drawing class get hold of that naked picture of me??? ;)
What? What happened to your hands?????
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