When "Inert" isn't So Bad

In the last few years I've come to see that not all Inert Days are bad; on a few occasion, sometimes days/months removed, I realize my head/eyes had been working without bothering to tell me so. Fingers crossed yesterday "they" were working on possible projects with the Japanese wool because I sure can't stop thinking about their texture.

Since I've been home, I've also been day-and-night-dreaming about the suspended friendship project. I think I did fine in choosing the red wool warp yarns, and the basic idea of highlighting your contributions against a plain background, but I haven't been shown how to incorporate my fussy patterns. I also prefer to weave it on the big loom so I can see the bigger picture while I weave, rather than on a smaller loom with flexible lifting; it's a matter of extremely careful draft-construction on the computer.

Even more than ever I'm desperate to use more of my stash, not because I've accumulated more yarns recently, (really not a whole lot this year; honest!) but because if I can use those table tops, I could collage/draw/play any time without having to put them away before I've finished a project. That was the whole point of having the tables as I recall. About time.

I washed the purple piece some time ago, but didn't press it nor have clipped the loose ends. It sat waiting draped on the back of the couch like a wet old dog who doesn't know he hasn't been a puppy for a decade. I was up at 4 this morning unable to sleep so I wrapped myself with it while I watched a couple of hours of Al Jazeera. Used/worn/wrapped in it, it didn't feel as heavy as I anticipated, just meaty, substantial and homy.

I love it. And you can't have it. Because for once it's mine.LOL.