D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

It's only been two weeks since my 'friend' C. introduced me to the inkle loom. For some reason, I'm rather embarrassed at how fast and hard I fell for weaving. I don't know why I have this feeling that it's some sort of moral failing or psychological weakness. It's ridiculous really. On a deeper level, it may be a long buried story I have told myself that 'I could never do that, it's too complicated'. Actually, I think we tell ourselves all kinds of nonsense about what we can and cannot do. In any case, I'm trying to adjust to this 'new normal' in the way many who have gone before me manage a new paradigm. I'm diving in, whether I have determined if I can actually swim or not. My mother, as soon as she saw me weaving on the inkle loom, decided I needed another tool. This came in the mail on Tuesday:   Isn't it cute? A beginner's table loom. Thanks Mom!  :-) So there it is in the picture, all cute and dressed in its warp and weft, doing its job. However, when you open the box... THIS is what you get. Minus the Tung Oil. I had to buy that at the hardware store yesterday. It's gonna be a while before I'm warping this puppy. In the meantime, I cobbled together some thread from the second hand store here in town to make another strap on the inkle loom. I'm waiting for crochet thread to come in the mail.  [I really DO live in the boonies you see]. Thank God for mail order! Being able to work on this, keeps me from having some kind of weaving withdrawal episode while I get my threads and looms assembled and ready to go . All is well as long as the inkle isn't naked.