I’m continuing to feel like the beleaguered white rabbit, as term time marches on and the undergraduates start turning in their assignments… This year I am part of the teaching team on a course which is new to me but which I have already discovered to be (a) pointless and (b) badly organised. These characteristics do not make for an enjoyable experience. Goodness only knows what the undergrads are thinking.
So, weaving, yes. Erm…. well, I have finished the green-and-purple scarf. I was hoping to photograph it in daylight, but the day got away from me, so here it is by the light of the loom room (wherein it does not shimmer quite as much).
In real life it does shimmer, but in real life it is also possible to see a large flawed area at one end. As I was weaving along I noticed occasional problems with one of the dobby hooks sticking to its neighbour, but what I hadn’t realised was that it had done this consistently in the first few inches of weaving: at that stage I had assumed that the effect I was getting was part of the pattern! It was also — of course — completely invisible to me when I cut the scarf off the loom, but glaringly obvious after wet finishing.
The question is: does it matter? I asked this at my Guild yesterday, where I had taken the scarf in order to do the fringe-twisting in a congenial atmosphere, and my advisors suggested that “it wasn’t anything a blind man running for a bus would notice” so I needn’t worry. Very reassuring. I did think about unweaving that end and re-hemming it a few inches shorter, but to be honest I think weaving another one would be simpler! Hmmmmm.
In other scarf news, some recent creations are off on a trip. If you read Pat’s blog you’ll know that she has been busy organising a Guild show at the National Needlework Archive in Newbury. Although I’m not in the same Guild, I’ve been allowed to sneak some of my work into the show and here’s the proof.
I haven’t even managed to make a start on my double cloth project yet: for one thing I am still counting heddles. I could do with another 50 on each of shafts 1 and 2, and can’t decide whether to order some more or rearrange the ones I have. Except that I have decided really. I am going to order some more, I just haven’t actually done it. And until I have done it, the possibility of not ordering them but rearranging instead is still live. That’s the kind of knife-edge I’m living on, folks. Every moment alive and buzzing with opportunity. I could wish for more moments and a bit less buzzing, frankly.