This Christmas I got a loom . . . to go with my spinning wheel of course (one has to have a means of doing “something” with all of that spinning.

Anyway – I’m still getting the hang of it all – but having spun some flax, died it (using natural dyes), and stared at it for two weeks, I decided to experiment – and weave  . . . . well something. Previous adventures in weaving have left me with a scarf, a luxurious blanket, and now – I give you – a home-spun stole!

The pic sucks – in my impatience I used the camera on my lap-top rather than the “real” one. But you get the idea. I’ve not done any of the finishing work yet (it only came off of the loom this afternoon)- embroidery, fringey bits etc.

There is something very rythmic about weaving – which makes me think of the rythm of the liturgical year, of chant during a vespers, and the other liturgies. It also makes me more aware of how the disruption of that sense of rythm can be disorientating.