Although weaving is often a solitary activity one of the great joys of weaving for me is other weavers. I feel so fortunate to have a avocation (bordering on a vocation) that offers both the deep satisfaction of intense, solitary focus and the lively, spirited back and forth that is inevitable when you put a group of similarly obsessed people together.
We had a very small, impromptu get-together this morning at a local cafe to celebrate Weaving and Spinning Week. In the small group we had an eclectic mix of a multi-multi-shaft weaver, an “obsessive” spinner (who routinely carries a multitude of drop spindles in her purse), a weaver who “confessed” to her tablet addiction (and I am not talking pills), a former director of a Fiber Arts Center, a weaver who simultaneously mourned her daughter’s departure for college while perking up at the thought of more space for looms and on and on.
It was mighty chilly, but all hands were kept warm with a variety of fiber chores. Spinning, twisting, weaving . . . And of course there was no chance for jaws to get cold between the tasty treats and the endless subjects for discussion.
As you can see, the stripes have a seersucker-y effect because the weft weaves one block every pick and the other block every other pick. This also effects the color, allowing the light stripe to not be too darkened by the dark weft, and the dark stripe to be intensified by the dark weft. I really love dimity.
As usual, the sewing is a little cludgy, but I love it anyway.
The pockets are not lopsided – I am!
Beautiful hand-dyed silk scarf (sorry the pic isn’t bigger) by the Kangaroo Dyer. Thanks Gail.