No, officer, I have no recollection of throwing the shuttle when I finished the... challenging blanket.
Then I jumped on to the leftover experiment. The weft is a wool of unknown origin; it's unattractively coarse and scratchy but has a lovely sheen and the hue is a beautiful indigo. Though I doubt it'll felt in the wet finish, I'm wondering if I can make it stand on its own. I have about a meter of warp left, so I hope I can weave about 60cm of it? This is also the first tube, (except for 1cm in the sample in a doubleweave workshop in 2001,) I've ever woven.
Good on me for finishing the blanket; tut tut for not weaving a few rows of plain weave with a thin weft before getting stuck into the experiment. That's my biggest headache now. That, and the bowed way the blanket wound itself on the cloth beam. Usually I cut off every project after I finish weaving, but there are two spongy blankets here. I feel a little uneasy at the mo. (The colors in the above pic is so wrong. If my camera doesn't cooperate with me taking nice pictures of the red hue, I may have to swap it for another.)
I've come to like knitting in winter evenings while sitting in the living room with Ben. So I dug up more wool to knit. I discovered some yarns I spun ages ago when I was learning to spin. It's coarse wool, even more badly spun, and as I didn't own a carder then, it's harsh and has no give; it's like knitting with those brown strings with which we used to wrap parcels. But the colors are saturated reds and blue-greens, and I figured I can make "project baskets" with them. We'll see how THAT goes.
And friends, though imperceptible to the human eye, my stash reduction is happening. The blanket took care of four small cones of merino, and the experiment will use up most of a smallish cone of the indigo wool. Yay! (Though with global warming, I'm afraid glaciers and arctic ices may melt faster.)
Saturday. It would have been a nice day to garden, as it was warmer outside, though at times gusty. Or finish the experiment. Or clean my closet or cull my past drawing under the bed. (The lot now stands higher than the space under the bed.) Instead, I made a care package for Mom, with a few hints about undulated twills. Her students are getting adventurous, and ventured into twill. Mom and I talked about warp-wise and weft-wise twill, but she didn't understand me when I said she can make shapes by weaving as drawn in. It's really not her kind of thing, she loves just twill, or herringbone, but who knows, one of her students might like it.
Ben was looking forward to roast chicken for dinner, but the she wasn't thawed after 36 hours in the fridge. So, salmon tonight.
Sunday, I would like for the both of us to clean out our closets. Our local Red Cross is totally out of winter clothes, and I have a few jackets, scarves, and couch blankets I don't use. And it's just down the road from us. In fact, I'll tell you a story about the location of their shop in a few days.
And roast chicken tomorrow night for Ben.
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