After years of window shopping and sighing over rigid heddle looms of any size — anything bigger than an inkle loom — a week after I learn how to string my new TIA, my mom (whom I speak to by phone every day and is intimately acquainted with my every craft, triumph, and travail) says, “Oh, would you be interested in another loom? I’ve had this one at my house for a few years. I didn’t know you’d be interested in it or I would have told you about it sooner.”
Um, YES! But why didn’t we make this connection before?!
Meet loom #2, a 20″ Beca, solid cherry, made probably in the late 1970s:
So in the space of three weeks, I have two modest-sized rigid heddle looms and plans to warp one of these ladies for some houndstooth.
I’ve also been sewing:
The sewing has been a compulsion that I cannot explain. Costumes, drawstring project bags, fabric dolls, doll clothes. I think it is my internal frustrated quilter crying out for time and space to work.
Or maybe I just like to sew now. (I can hear some of my friends gasping with surprise.)
Once upon a time there was an average 30-something mother of two who went to a Halloween party.
M arrived and said, “Did you check your email today? I have something in my trunk for you.”
“No…” I fumbled for my schamncy new smartphone, trying to get to my email as I trailed behind M to her friend’s car.
You will not believe what she pulled out of the trunk! It was just about the last thing I could have imagined. Right after a dead body…
For me! For free! I was speechless. I may have skipped across a leaf-strewn field and pumped my fist in the air. (There is some backstory to heighten the dramatic unveiling, involving a near purchase a year ago of a beautiful loom for $150, over which my husband and I exchanged harsh words.)
Welcome to my new baby, a 1976 TIA 20″ rigid heddle loom, complete with a stand gifted to me by my weaving enabler (and ultimately the person responsible for turning M and her free loom in my direction), G. A week later, G taught me how to warp her and I was off and weaving a sari silk scarf.
This beautiful skein of sari silk is almost one of my oldest pieces of stash. I foolishly bought just one skein and have never been able to settle on a project for it. Nor apparently just go buy another skein, don’t ask me why.
The sari silk is working out well as a scarf. The warp is Paton’s Kroy sock yarn and some leftover yellow cotton, Classic Elite I think.