Can you guess what this is?
It has more than 600 hundred stitches to start off.
I’m torn. There is the loom, there is the sewing machine, there is the spinning wheel and there is the knitting. (There is also the vacuum cleaner what I don’t want to think about right now, but whether or not I think about, its presence is very strong and it is very eager to get going…)
I’m torn because I would love to be working with all (except one) the above-mentioned equipments.
The blue lace is so delicate in my hands, its weighs nothing, I am trying to find few moments here and there to be with him, he is like a secret lover for whom I want to give stolen moments. (The lace shawl is my ONLY secret lover.) But there is the thrill, there is the passion and there is nothing but sweet love. (The beginning was difficult, there were three false starts but now everything is just perfect.) He does not demand anything, he is going to be something that I absolutely don’t need, but what pleasure and luxury he has to offer. (Because he is secret, it is quite difficult to identify him from the picture.)
The wheel is patiently waiting for the rest of the roving to be spun and plied but I think she is the one with most patience. She will quietly wait for her turn, she is used to it. She knows that when the time comes she will be treated with love and care and she will get the wholehearted attention. She does not lay any guild on me, ever.
The loom is empty and she does not like to be neglected. There is the threat of her losing her spirit if I won’t warp her soon. I would hate that to happen and have to be careful. Also I don’t want too many days filled with other tasks come between us, because it will be harder every day to get her warped. I can feel her staring at me, she wants to be in the centre, and she will get there soon, but not just yet. I wish she would be as patient as the wheel, but no.
I would simply love to be done with the sewing soon (I started the patchwork) and give the sewing all the time needed to accomplish that. It is so messy, the fabrics spread all over, the thread spools keep falling off the desk, the rulers and cutters keep hiding under the fabrics, there is this constant haunt for them going on, the ironing board with a hot iron is being set up in a very unpleasant place and I'm worried because the dogs and the cat keep walking near by… but I love the handle of the fabrics and the colour bursts they give to these otherwise grey days when temperature is a little bit over zero, the snow is slowly melting, but the sun just peeks occasionally through the woods and refuses to come out with her full glory.
Did I mention I would love to felt little birds? As a welcoming gesture for all the migrating birds that warm winds will hopefully bring here soon...