Since I am back on the networked treadling I decided it was time to take Dot’s advice and buy a pair of fingerless cycling gloves. In fact, I only need one glove: the right hand one. It is to protect my hand from blistering when I am winding back the dobby chain.
Yup, that’s a barbie-pink cycling glove. Believe me, I tried on every non-pink pair they had in the shop — i.e. all the men’s gloves — and found some I liked very much, at least with regard to the placing of the protective pads on the palm.
However, although the men’s gloves generally fitted my palms very well, my fingers turned out to be too short for the fingerless bits. Because of course they aren’t fingerless at all, are they? They have those stubby little fingery bits (is there a name for those?) and the ones designed for long manly fingers are too long for me — I wasn’t at all convinced I would be able to bend my fingers well enough to handle the shuttle.
I spent considerable time investigating the construction to see whether I could shorten those fingery bits without the whole thing unravelling, but in the end yielded to the inevitable. So I get to clothe my delicate ladylike fingers in the one and only pair of women’s cycling gloves: the pink ones. I made my futile protest over colour-stereotyping at the cash desk, but handed over my cash anyway. I need them and, after all, who’s going to see them?
You won’t tell anyone, will you?
Clarification! For those who missed my earlier post, let me make clear that there is nothing ‘wrong’ with my loom or its dobby mechanism. It’s just that I have decided to use it in a particular way… and that has particular consequences. In this case, modifying the weaver appears to be a simpler solution than modifying the loom. For now, anyway.