It started with a loom...
It started with a loom, in an art center. A beautiful old loom, which, being 8, I wasn't allowed to touch. But I was fascinated by watching the artist turn fine tiny almost invisible threads into whole cloth; a magic trick that turns nothing into something, something beautiful; a science that turns one dimensional single color lines into fully patterned colored landscapes. To that 8-year-old, weaving seemed like the coolest thing ever.
Nearly 20 years later, I finally gave in to the whim and took a weaving class at a local arts center. I loved it, but I never thought it would turn into anything but a one time joy. Who has money to buy a floor loom? Who has space to keep it?! Oh, but questions like that are dangerous, sometimes you end up actually answering them.
Now, of course, I own two looms. Both lovely old hardwood Leclerc looms. I have a closet full of more than my own weight in various yarns. And I just simply love to play, and love to share what I've made.
