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Wow. My little weaving passion has exploded into a whole household project. Since we have a tiny little house, a full sized floor loom would have been a monster. Ah, but my weaving addition grows– it consumes. And since my husband is the fabulously handy (and slightly obsessive) wonderful husband that he is, my little doodles were doodled upon, and bit by bit we came up with a pretty cool loom. This is actually our second loom attempt, the first was nice but not terribly functional, had a much larger footprint, and yeah… um… I never managed to order the rigid heddles required to actually make it work.

Even though string heddles looked intimidating, they were so easy to tie properly. I studied the illustrations in The Joy of Handweaving then decided that it would be simpler if I reversed the direction and heddled from left to right (since I’m left handed this makes sense to me.) In the picture you can see the little silk scarf that I made for Lexi (I have to wait until she’s awake until I have her model it.)

I’m shocked and sort of relieved by all the comments from fellow guilty weaving craftistas– I really did secretly want to *not like* weaving– I swear. If I didn’t like it there I wouldn’t want to pursue it, and if I didn’t pursue it then I wouldn’t have to have all the stuff and read all the books and spin more yarn and-and-and.

What kind of impulse is this to take up ancient peoples’ household chores as hobbies? I’ve been musing about that a lot lately. In the future, will there be people that wash dishes as a pasttime? Will they meet in libraries and coffee shops and discuss how medative and relaxing manually vacuuming carpets can be, and then will they drive home in their flying cars and join email lists that discuss the finer points of vintage grout scrubbing?

If you haven’t met Greta before, you’d think that she’s very big and intimidating. She is very big, but unless you’re highly allergic to dog drool then there’s very little reason to be intimidated.

You know how little dogs are totally unaware of their size and will bark incessantly at larger animals? Well Greta is totally unaware of her hulking mass– she thinks she’s a very small dog. She thinks she’s tiny.

To this end, she’s set out to convince the rest of the world that she is a very very small dog. Greta has really only succeeded in convincing the cats of her diminutive status, probably only because the cats think of themselves in exceedingly great terms.

I think she needs to work on a tiny dog bark, something about that resonating big dawg “WOOF!” is less than convincing.