After our walk, I went back to work on the rag rug. I figured I could knock this one off in no time and was appreciating this shuttle. It's one of those that Laura gave me after her mother passed away. I haven't used it before and it's perfect! And then I noticed that a couple warps had broken, so I mended them and then noticed that a couple more had broken. I had only woven 20" and had eight broken warps. I saw the handwriting on the wall. This was old warp and was probably further weakened by the hot tea I used to stain it. It sickened me but I knew I had to cut it off.
I have never received a box from UPS in this condition before.
It's a good thing this is what was inside. I'm so excited about these colors. I have to be in town tomorrow but you know what I'm going to be working on this Thursday.
I can't weave on Friday either because good news - I'm a library sub at Traner Middle School that day and again next Monday and Tuesday. I knew that there would be no library subs until the entire catalog conversion was completed in February. I started this journey last August and the wheels turn slow.
I have new books in my fiber library, courtesy of Benita Story. She had an extra copy of one and included the other as good measure. I cannot think of a good reason to weave rag rugs and I don't understand why they get under my skin. They do not sell well at craft fairs and yet I am compelled to weave them.
These are two brand new books. The one the left I purchased for our guild and it will be part of a scholarship fund raiser. I don't get to keep it but I get to read it for a week until I have to pass it on. I buy, they pay. The one on the right just came from Amazon today and it's all mine. It's perfect for me and my four-harness loomdom.
This is me visiting with Laura. She called tonight and so I put the phone on speaker and pulled off the rag weft that I'm salvaging from the failed rug warp. I have to say that if you have to savage (note that savage and salvage are only one letter apart) a warp that it's good to have a friend along.
Stop me if you've heard this one. So a knot walks into a bar. I mean this guy is totally frazzled, at the end of his rope. He doesn't know which end is up. "Are you ready to order?" asks the barkeep. "I'm a frayed not." he responds. (It helps if you read it aloud.)