Like Riding a Bicycle

After taking up knitting for the second time (She first learned a little when she was very young)

My ten year old granddaughter is very happy to discover that even after all these years she still retained some of the knowledge.

She claims it is "just like riding a bike. You never really forget how." She's doing a wonderful job. I'm very proud of her. She says, "I knit and I'm proud", like the lyrics in this YouTube video.

A Child Pushed Me

My granddaughters were here for a brief visit today and the youngest "really, really" wanted to weave. I went in with her, as I always do, and she sat at "The Pickle Loom" and I sat at mine. Her companionship was just the push I needed to get moving on a "dog warp" that I have for some reason felt less inspired by.

I'm not exactly sure why the warp has been repelling me. I like the colours -- at least individually. I think the problem may be that I just don't like the way they are presenting together in the warp. I find the individual strands of bright yellow to be jarring, disruptive, out of harmony in some way. It's too much of a contrast and the spacing breaks the weaving up into small bits. Whatever! It's finished and I can now move on to something I find more inspiring.