I sit at the breakfast table, lost in thought of bygone days, bygone Christmases and the people who made them so special.
I am waiting for my Daughter-in-law to arrive with cleaning supplies, as it has been deemed that I am too ancient to deal with deep cleaning of dark corners, and such....and she is coming to do those lowly tasks while I weave away merrily, trying to act my age.
I have every reason to be merry about my weaving. Our youngest son turned the melancholy month of November into thirty days of delightful anticipation.
He came from the Chilcotin to rescue and restore my eight shaft Glimakra, which/who was put into retirement when we downsized and I no longer had a wonderful roomy studio for her to live in.
And when I felt I was no longer able to crawl into her nether parts to change treadles...
But Vince was, and he set her up, dressed her beautifully in new Texsolv lam and treadle cords, and was so meticulous about what he did, and how he did it, that when we pulled the Jack Pin all was in balance and ready for me to start weaving the warp I had put on when he started working.
It is possible that this video will not work, but even the photo gives
one a good idea of the patience and contemplation required!!
Shafts all even - sheds amazing with no out-of-place threads for the shuttle to catch or run under...perfectly wonderful. His father's son, no doubt about that!!!!
And I am so grateful......
