Reverse Resolutions

I did my resolutions in reverse this year by setting goals in November to achieve by the New Year so I’m already ahead of the game.

Where I’m really screwing up is trying to weave. Yeah, I’m about four inches in on this royal mess.

Thinking about ripping it out to start over, maybe double up the warp. I’m obviously not sliding right, got it all messed up and bunched together. Maybe this is something blind people shouldn’t do.

Of course, I had to Google that… there are blind weavers. Drats, that blows my excuse. I’m just going to have to figure out how to make this work if I can’t see which threads I’m supposed to sliding over or under. It could be the tension or maybe my heddle strings are a tad too long. Instructions gave measurements for cutting them, but did not specify exactly how long the ends should be after their knotted. Thinking even an 8th of an inch doubled would affect the lift, make it open up a little wider for the shuddle.

Can you tell? I don’t know what I’m doing.

This first project is a cat mat, just a little rug for the studio cats, so it doesn’t have to be perfect. I could just keep on going.

Nah, I’m my mother’s child… time to pull the red bulky yarn out, crochet a new anchor spacer (double warp threads, evenly spread farther apart), and adjust the heddles… begin again. Happy 2022. Thanks for reading!

EDIT: Cannot reply to comment with a photo so adding it here.

New anchor line for a try again.

Wednesday

Wet Wednesday waits
Drenched with sweat and lies,
Storm clouds gather to grumble
as they spread across the skies.

Shards of shattered friendship
Slice deeper with every gash,
The promise of rain is broken
When lightning refuses to flash.

Earth beckons her children
to suckle mountain breasts,
while rivers flow to oceans
and valleys are laid to rest.

Hardened by the passing of time,
She walks barefoot through fire
and vows as queen of her own mist
to nevermore relinquish desire.

No more
holding back
to stroke male egos.

No more
tamping herself down
to hide her core strength.

No more
dimming her own lamp
so others can light the night.

No more.
She vowed nevermore,
and then she laughed.

N.2016

Little Addicts Everywhere

Red horses come around,
Take the weak into the ground,
Don’t even have to go to town
When dude delivers on the mound.
Shoot em up cowboys got lost, and found.
Broken glass, life shattered and bound,
Melted illusion shoved inside round.
Forget the rhyme, don’t like the sound
When hope dissolves and friends go down.
Damn. Little addicts everywhere.

~ N. ©2013