My ambition today was to get the four balls of blue jeans onto the warp. This is not a beginner project for wanna-be rug weavers. I'm so glad I started with cotton fabric. This requires a lot more attentiveness and beating. Inattentiveness is the little white strip on the front where I missed that a strip didn't fold properly. I'm not going back. I'm going to walk on this, for crying out loud.
You can almost see at the top of this photo that I moved the ankle weights to the side of the beater bar as Valerie had suggested to me in an email. I don't see how I could do this rug without the extra weight - thank you Julie for suggesting these weights. It is a challenge, but as in so challenges, the results are looking pretty good. I was able to weave half a yard from the four balls I had. I'm thrilled with the variegation of blues juxtaposed with the orange stripes. I want a 10' rug and I'm already over a tenth of the way there.
I sewed up all the rest of the strips I had cut and put them in this bag. I learned my lesson. As soon as the afternoon heat cooled down, I sat on the front porch and wound the strips into balls. Working with blue jeans is insanely messy.
Those strips wound into these five balls, which will take me well over the one yard mark. I came home from Mim's with nine pair of Bob's old pants. He's skinny and as a gardener, no pair had knees. I only have three pair left to cut up and then it's on to our closets. I'll start with Ian's first.
Ian just took the fifth squirrel for a drive, so that's five squirrels and four pack rats at this time, and a mouse. He just tossed the mouse over the garden fence and reset the trap. After 40 years of only sitting on the right side of the sofa with his elbow up on the arm rest, he has moved to the left side. How quickly Charlie has picked up on this.
Ian's MRI of the cervical spine tomorrow is to help Dr M know more specifically how to deal with the pinched nerve that he apparently annoyed while pulling on the chain saw at the same time he was busy getting heat exhaustion. This devoted cat just heard Ian pull back into the yard after the squirrel "relocation."
It's devotion. He loves Ian, the ex-cat hater, and Charlie has been heart broken that he can't lay on Ian's chest, as he has always done, while Ian naps. Ian still can't tolerate sleeping with me - his hot wife :) - but Charlie doesn't get it and pines for his loss. Alas, our poor animals. They are all confused.
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