Yup. I said the “W” word. What’s a gal to do, ‘specially when she’s surrounded by some very skilled fiber enablers?
When I first learned to spin, I thought I’d take a class and be satisfied that I had had fiber spinning in my hands. That’s how it was with macrame and tatting. I just love learning fiber techniques, but I don’t want to “do” all of them. (don’t get me started on my nemesis: crochet. shudder. we are not friends.) Nope. love love love the spinning. Got some fiber, got some spindles. got some more fiber. got a wheel.
Made some yarn. Don’t knit.
Ok. I do knit. I’ve just never ever knit a sweater that fit a human body.
So, back to “made some yarn. Don’t knit”. What to do with all this yarn?
Don’t want to weave*, don’t want to weave, don’t want to weave.
Buy a loom.
Here is my beautiful tri-loom, on which I wove my first shawl, outside when the sun was shining:
Here’s a close up of the shawl (made from some commercial hot pink/orange mohair yarn):
What’s next? Crochet**?
* Oddly, I have been happily weaving fabric using my sewing machine, and I teach a fun and artsy weaving class. You’d think I’d be clever enough to figure out that since I enjoy weaving with fabric, I’d enjoy weaving with yarn. I’m not always the brightest star in the sky.
**Apologies to all of you crocheters. I do not mean to disparage the art of crochet, which I admire. Rather, it is crochet and crochet hooks which do not admire me back.
