The best week of my year is the one which has this in it.
It began with rain, after a long dry six weeks. The buds were patiently waiting and then boom: all the flowers at once in a glorious madness. And it ended with more rain; a very heavy shower which has left us strewn with pink and white. There will be rosehips in a while.
I finished my braid!
It is the longest single piece I have made, so it was kind of a shame to chop it up into samples, but that was its destiny. Magnus Wildhair supervised the printing of the information sheet for the study group exchange.
He was very careful and sensible about where he put his paws, which was a miracle.
I did not permit any feline help with the next task.
I had decided to try a new tactic and send 16 metres of lambswool fabric to Schofield in Galashiels for finishing. They are very good about handling short lengths of work from handweavers, but this is my first attempt and I must admit to being nervous. I had to prepare it for their processes by trimming all the ends of weft – something I normally do after washing – which took several podcasts.
You can probably see why. Then I rolled it all up, forgot to take a picture, and packaged it for the courier, also not pictured. Fingers crossed all goes well.
The weather is still fine, but we are getting enough rain to keep the garden lush and green. Pippi knows how to get the best view.
Secret weaving continues! I have submitted my project for the Complex Weavers Anniversary Book, but am still tinkering around with other ideas that are not share-ready. It is an unfortunate characteristic in a blogger, but I get more done when I share less.