Simple Misdirection

Sometimes The Sheep just needs to distract herself long enough to let her fleeting obsessions pass. The vast array of potential hobbies out there can be dazzling and it is sometimes hard to resist pulling out the old credit card and indulging in a new pastime.

Case in point: Weaving. A few posts ago I received a couple of comments on the small loom visible in the background of a photo. Annie was quick to recognize this little item as a vintage child's weaving loom made by the good folks at Spear. This handy tool has probably saved me thousands of dollars.

You see, I get hit by the weaving bug on a somewhat regular basis. It's probably a natural development in the progression from knitting to spinning to all things fibery. This urge becomes so strong that I can think of nothing else. I must weave...now!!! I begin to believe that I am actually a reincarnated weaver from days of old (like the 60's or something) and that this is my true calling. In fact, I should probably cast off the shackles of modern life, quit my day to day workaholic existence, buy a small farm, milk goats, grow my own vegetables, let my leg hairs grow and blow in the breeze...you get the idea. It is at this point that I start buying granola in bulk and looking at every rigid heddle loom currently on the market. It could be worse, I suppose...at least I'm not thinking of large floor models.

It is with what little strength of character I have left that I pull out the Spear's loom, warp 'er up and begin to weave. After six inches or so sanity returns. I remember that I have a brown thumb at best and that life without a good cable connection would not be a life worth living. And goats sort of freak me out...those eyes!!! (brrr...)

It's still sort of fun, though. I do enjoy the small projects I do on the little loom and probably will, one day, cave in to my desires and purchase the Kromski I so desire. Until then, I must be satisfied with my soon-to-be-handwoven belt.

Well..."soon" might be something of an overstatement.

Despite the ungodly humid conditions in the Northeast today, I did manage to get in a little spinning. Be warned: when one attempts to spin silk with two fans running one can expect to be chasing little wisps of fiber about the living room and vacuuming is a certainty.

Some of it even made it on the bobbin...

Perhaps tonight things will cool down a bit and I can function with just one fan. Here's hoping! I need to be fully rested for tomorrow's marathon strawberry picking event with my mom. Love the berries...the actual picking is not on my list of favorite things. It'll be worth it, though. I'm breaking out Aunt Millie's most excellent biscuit recipe and I see a shortcake in my future.

And there will be no redirection from that goal, I assure you.

SA