Today, 1st January 2012, at 4.45pm my looms look like this:
The only loom with anything on it is the Megado, where I am continuing to weave my double weave study group project. Just for a change, here’s a back view.
The Delta is empty, but if you peak through the shafts you can see a skein hanging over the back beam – that’s part of a plan for what I think I’ll weave on it next. But you never know.
Everything else is back in the cupboard under the stairs, exactly where it was last year (although I promise it hasn’t been there all year – the table looms did get an outing in the summer). A spare duvet has recently been added on top of the heap, and the tell-tale dent on the right indicates that Phoebus has already discovered this.
I don’t know what the looms make of it, but I am not feeling tremendously excited or optimistic about the New Year. In fact I mainly feel stressed and anxious about the quantity of work that I have to get through and the imminent cessation of my main source of income, my university scholarship. I’m simultaneously out of time, out of funds and out of energy. Bleh. I’d like to think this means that 2012 can only exceed my expectations, but to assert that would simply be asking for trouble! I am just going to take it one day at a time — which is about the pace years usually go, I find…