And then there were two

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:

Beka rigid heddle loom
Beka has a nasty old warp on her.

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:

lined project bags
Abstract fabric art

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.

lined project bags
A few of my pretty bags

Or maybe I just like to sew now.  (I can hear some of my friends gasping with surprise.)

4 Replies to “And then there were two”

    1. I know! Right? You of all people (along with my can-sew husband) can appreciate the weirdness of it all. Like a vintage wine, I improve with age. (Don’t burst my bubble!)

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