Sacred textiles 2

Oh yikes………

I had a warping disaster last night……… I was pretty upset about it.

I  started weaving the sample for the proposal for the memorial committee….

I decided that I wanted to save time and just warp up a small sample.  (Why is it, that every time I try to -save time- it ends up costing me even more time! )

So, instead of warping up my big inkle loom, I warped up a little keel style inkle loom.

If there was a music sound track running right now, the music would have taken a very ominous turn….. 

I lifted the first shed of the warp on  the little ‘keel’ inkle, and the loom broke!  I sat there for a minute in shock, with the suddenly limp warp strands in my hands and thought:

‘WHY!?!?!’

 [I took a picture of the broken loom, and photoshopped it and everything, but my blog is acting really funny, and the tool bar that usually is there to upload pics has disappeared!]   So use your imagination and visualize a busted little loom……

Now by this time, the clock was angling on for one in the morning.  I probably should have stopped by midnight.

Because my next thought was truly a ‘pumpkin’ one:

“Not a problem”, I thought…. “I’ll just cut the yarn……

(NOTE TO SELF: DO NOT THINK THESE THOUGHTS AT 1 AM!  JUST GO TO BED!!!!!!!!!) 

and transfer it to my cradle loom, and use the heddle bar to lift the warp strands”.

WHERE WAS MY INTUITION- My GUARDIAN ANGEL_ My HIGHER SELF-  My intelligence? 

Why didn’t some inner voice scream out:

DON”T CUT THE WARP YOU MORON!!!!

I cut the warp.

I lifted it off the dead loom.

I walked across to the cradle loom……

and…………

The heddle bar shot out……….

leaving me with a handful of cut warp strands.
oh nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…….

At least I had the sense to not curse up a storm, which is my usual response to this kind of situation.

[blush - my daughter in law still speaks of the day on which she heard a particularly ripe string of words pour out of my mouth.                      I learned them from my sister in law   (wicked grin) ]

I went to bed feeling totally squashed.

But at least I didn’t swear.

These are sacred textiles and I don’t want to weave ANY negativity into them.