Remember how it got very cold around here few weeks ago and how I was taking all the bedclothes outside… Because wool cleans itself in fresh air I had a big fresh-air-snow-laundry-day and started to take out some old dusty stuff from the closets. I brought out these wall hangings to lie on fresh and clean snow. When the temperature is way down, the snow is dry and does not wet the clothing so this is what I do with my carpets as well.
My Mom made the grey ryijy rug in the early 60’s; it was designed by Kirsti Rantanen and is called Lapin Jäkälä (lichen). The other wall hanging, called raanu, has striping that is quite typical for this area; these were originally used as blankets. Mom doesn’t remember anymore who made this and from whom she bought it. I love the striping and although the striping might seem a bit bright at first sight, on a clean and white snow it looks perfect and in a different time and place where colours were unusual it must have looked beautiful. Imagine a grey old log house and picture it there.
Then I took a trip up north to visit my good friend, who happens to be a good weaver. Her home is packed with all kinds of beautiful woven works of art, from baskets to towels to carpets to wall hangings. I admired and enjoyed them all greatly.
I read Stephanie’s (Yarn Harlot’s) great blog and if she puts a link into her page I will surely check it out. There was a link to WeaveCast that had an interwiev with Anita Luvera Mayers, a weaver and a wise woman. I downloaded the episode and listened to it on a bus up north. Then after I came home I downloaded another episode and then another and… If you are not familiar with WeaveCast I highly recommend it.
There was no escape. “Go weave!” was written all over. And then I found myself putting up a loom. And a few days later I was warping it.
(It sounds like there weren’t any problems while doing this. There were plenty and one sleepless night was spent when I lay there in the darkness going over in my mind what ought to be done and what had been done and why still my warp did not go on the loom the way I wanted…)
The warp is for a simple plain weave scarf (a wide one) with knitting yarns from my stash. (Having woven now it for about one yard I’m finding many things that I should have done differently.)
All the free time I have I sit here behind the loom that was given to me by my mother years ago. I feel like a queen of my world. I’m alone in my small studio. I press the treadles and watch the shafts to go up and down. I throw the shuttle and gently beat the weft. I occasionally stop and caress the cloth on the breast beam before it disappears from my sight on its way to cloth beam or glance out of the window where the spring sun is dancing on the snow. When I look at the snow I think that once this snow is gone, I’ll be a lot wiser with the loom. Hopefully I have completed some projects and hopefully not all of them are bad. And when all of this snow is gone, I might be able to call myself a weaver.