There is some kind of Murphy’s Law at play here.
After years of window shopping and sighing over rigid heddle looms of any size — anything bigger than an inkle loom — a week after I learn how to string my new TIA, my mom (whom I speak to by phone every day and is intimately acquainted with my every craft, triumph, and travail) says, “Oh, would you be interested in another loom? I’ve had this one at my house for a few years. I didn’t know you’d be interested in it or I would have told you about it sooner.”
Um, YES! But why didn’t we make this connection before?!
Meet loom #2, a 20″ Beca, solid cherry, made probably in the late 1970s:
So in the space of three weeks, I have two modest-sized rigid heddle looms and plans to warp one of these ladies for some houndstooth.
I’ve also been sewing:
The sewing has been a compulsion that I cannot explain. Costumes, drawstring project bags, fabric dolls, doll clothes. I think it is my internal frustrated quilter crying out for time and space to work.
Or maybe I just like to sew now. (I can hear some of my friends gasping with surprise.)