I finally managed to get on something of a roll with my farmers market towels this week. Isn't this a purrrrty warp? I'm going to have fun crossing it with many different weft colors to play and experiment. But I decided to start with white.
So far the first towel has been fun, but sheesh am I ever making a lot of boo-boos. I'm not exactly shocked however. It seems like it always takes me a while to get in the zone: to stop making treadling errors, keep (fairly) even tension at the selvages, and maintain an even beating of the weft threads.
Why, I was asking myself, do I not stop weaving this first towel as soon as I notice all these mistakes? I could just start over. But I guess I know myself well enough to know that I need the practice. The zen-like moments will come; the weaving will start to flow like breathing if I'm patient.
So far the first towel has been fun, but sheesh am I ever making a lot of boo-boos. I'm not exactly shocked however. It seems like it always takes me a while to get in the zone: to stop making treadling errors, keep (fairly) even tension at the selvages, and maintain an even beating of the weft threads.
Why, I was asking myself, do I not stop weaving this first towel as soon as I notice all these mistakes? I could just start over. But I guess I know myself well enough to know that I need the practice. The zen-like moments will come; the weaving will start to flow like breathing if I'm patient.
So here's hoping that, with a bit a luck, I'll get most of my mistakes out of my system on this first towel, the boo-boo towel. It will ease me into the weaving and I'll be grateful to it for that. Later, it will be gifted to my Mom or a good friend, someone who loves me anyway. Or it may end up in my kitchen, colorful, useful, and a wonderful reminder that we humans are not perfect and it's ok.
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