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. 

The Light at the End of the Warp

I bought a little clip on lamp for my loom and it makes a big difference. There seemed to be plenty of light in the room but it was always coming from the wrong angles and casting shadows upon my work. This is much better.

  And yes, I've come to the end of the 6m inaugural warp.