Greetings from “Selma Handwovens” and the studio assistant, Miss Daisy Dog.

Why do I weave? Growing up, it never even occurred to me that this was something I would ever do. At my college, the Home Ec department offered weaving and I wasn't even curious. Odd, then, that I end up with it's being one of the things that most defines my sense of myself. From the time my dear friend, Carla, took me upstairs and announced that she was going to teach me to use her loom so that I wouldn't waste any time while she was away and I was looking after her cats, I was hooked. Then I enrolled at the Fashion Institute of Technology in Textile Desigh. There was a long, dry spell where I did not weave and thought that part of my life was over. Then an accident that could have left me crippled for life, but, instead, left me recovering, had the effect, as these things often do, of bringing my life back into focus. I needed to go back to weaving.

Another thing is that I have always needed to work. You need to make a meaningful contribution to your world by working at SOMETHING! That is just the way I see it, anyway.

Today, I own my “dream looms:” a Macomber and THREE AVL looms. Something I never thought I would have. I have a room full of beautiful yarn. How blessed can you be?

Now, when I spend the day in my workshop, I feel a peace and joy at the end of the day.

I am so grateful.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Sketch pads

Learning to love the sketchpad app on my iPad!  At least, if I get fed up with tatting etc, I can play with that as I fly over the Atlantic.  Also bringing along my little "gridded" notebook I used to plot out taqueté designs prior to working them up as drafts.  Plenty to do!  I shan't get bored, even though they won't let me have my knitting needles. (harrumph)  
I've made up my own "set" of Knitter's Pride Cubics interchangeables by ordering tips and cable separately.   Now, I get to design myself a little storage gadget for them.
Poor pups, tho.  Not being able to come up with projects to pass the time on a grey, cold and rainy day, they've been attempting to chew up everything they can reach.  The cats have begun coming in, which provides a little distraction until "Mom" shows up with the spray bottle and a "cease-and-desist" order.  At least the cats can head for the attic...I have managed to open the attic door just enough for them to get thru, but not doglettes.  #win.
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