There are three looms at Billie Creek Village. All three have been abandoned by weavers past and are in a sad state of affairs. Every time I’ve met a weaver I’d ask them if they would be willing to warp them for us. They generally look at me like a third eyeball popped out between my other two then explain that they’re kind of busy or blah, blah, blah. After that when I’d see them on the street they would cross in front of oncoming traffic in order to avoid me. I never understood why until today.
Today I came. I saw. I warped.
The wonderful folks down at Sheep Street Fibers let me crash one of their weaving classes. I helped loom owners get warped. hee, hee
Given the difficulty and tediousness of the process I find it truly amazing we’re not all running around naked as jaybirds. It HAD to have been the need for warmth to prevent death that possessed people to perfect this skill. Personally, I think it would have been easier to move to Florida. No wonder those weavers are avoiding me like the plague.
I’m heading out to the Village tomorrow to attempt some loom warping. If you don’t hear from me for a few days would someone please stop by with some food and water? I’ll most likely be tangled up in the madness and cannot break free.