Yesterday I warped up my little loom with some of the lovely golden yarn.
I was concerned that it was such fine yarn, that I might do well to double it for weaving.
Turns out I sometimes don't know jack about what 'do well' means.
Here is what it looked like yesterday....
What's going on with those edges?
If any of you follow the Yarn Harlot's knitting blog, you are familiar with her observation that often we keep knitting [or weaving] when we KNOW something is not right, but for some inexplicable reason, we continue along our questionable path, thinking that the problem will 'work itself out'.
This almost never happens.
In fact, I'm just going to say it... It never happens.
I put my loom aside yesterday with the gut wrenching feeling that the only way to fix this mess involved scissors and a waste basket.
But thankfully, by morning, sanity dawned along with the sun.
I slowly un-wove the weirdness, unwound my shuttle, and began again with a single strand.
All is well.
No scissors were deployed, and the wastebasket is languishing in the other room, devoid of precious gold yarn.
There ARE double strands in the warp on the edges that are looking really nice to me. Something I may even do in the future. We'll see.
Now all I have to do is keep weaving with the tiny yarn. It will be slow going, but it will be done properly.
Un-weaving? .... pain in the patoot.
Redeeming beautiful yarn from the landfill? .... priceless.
What's going on with those edges?
If any of you follow the Yarn Harlot's knitting blog, you are familiar with her observation that often we keep knitting [or weaving] when we KNOW something is not right, but for some inexplicable reason, we continue along our questionable path, thinking that the problem will 'work itself out'.
This almost never happens.
In fact, I'm just going to say it... It never happens.
I put my loom aside yesterday with the gut wrenching feeling that the only way to fix this mess involved scissors and a waste basket.
But thankfully, by morning, sanity dawned along with the sun.
I slowly un-wove the weirdness, unwound my shuttle, and began again with a single strand.
All is well.
No scissors were deployed, and the wastebasket is languishing in the other room, devoid of precious gold yarn.
There ARE double strands in the warp on the edges that are looking really nice to me. Something I may even do in the future. We'll see.
Now all I have to do is keep weaving with the tiny yarn. It will be slow going, but it will be done properly.
Un-weaving? .... pain in the patoot.
Redeeming beautiful yarn from the landfill? .... priceless.