This view from the kitchen table has me wondering which end is up:
I guess in the end, gravity has its way with all things. We'll have to straighten that up when (if?) it thaws.
These days things seem to be on a perpetual tilt around here. So the wedge weave workshop I took this past weekend fit right into the that theme.
On Saturday we hunkered down in a warm, windowless room and allowed an additional 4" of snow to blanket and blow over the cars and the roads. Mollie presented an inspiring workshop (see the link above.) However I had not woven an adequate header for the workshop sampler. And I kind of wove myself into a corner with disappointing color choices. So I ripped it out the next day.
Ripping out weaving gives a person a lot of time to think in between unknotting entanglements of yarn and such. While doing so, my twisty, tilted brain generated more questions than answers about how to bring this weave structure under control.
I spent time in Peter Collingwood's rug book which provided a start on the answers. But....there are still a lot of "what would happen if" scenarios that I want to work through.
Above is a little hand held loom I picked up at Convergence in Grand Rapids. The warp was ready to go, so I started working out my questions on that little warp. The process has answered a question or two. More importantly, it has suggested a strategy to weave the answers some of the other questions on the original workshop warp.
I've been a little under the weather most of this month. Nothing serious, just the cranky maladies that come with broad swings in temperature, weather fronts moving through, and more frigging snow than one can sanely manage.
So if postings are sparse, keep in mind that I'm sparing you the ranting and raving.