|Linda's Shawl on the Loom|
|Happily Tying On|
This morning, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as my father would say, I sat bravely down at the loom and pulled out all eight inches. Surprisingly, it came out easily and re-wove perfectly. I absolutely adore this shawl.
Okay, so what's with the cats? Well, after lunch, I decided to deal with the latest round of medical bills from my daughter's surgery and all the insane regulations restricting the use of HSA's. This is enough to put me in a cranky mood right there. Uber-governmental regulation has cost myself and my husband our jobs as well as pretty much destroyed the company for which we worked and the bank to which the company was attached. Then to add insult to injury, insane governmental regulation has made it so using OUR money to pay for our daughter's surgical expenses is time-consuming and fraught with... let's just say stupidity and leave it at that. You, Gentle Reader, will not be surprised that I wasn't in the best of all possible moods after dealing with the latest round. And then I heard it. Noises from the loom. Except that I didn't know it was from the loom. The cats love to play in paper. Why, I couldn't tell you, but they do. They're especially fond of paper I use as warp separator. If I leave any on the floor, it gets used as a cat toy and pretty much shredded and destroyed. I'm getting better about picking it up. But I knew there was one sheet that needed to be put away. I assumed Myst was in that sheet.
Wrong! She had discovered the paper hanging from the warp beam, unrolling as the warp was advanced. When I got in there, I found the paper shredded and a small grey and white kitten on top of the back beam and the warp with a guilty look on her face... and a broken warp thread. I won't say there was cat spit on the broken thread, but I won't say there wasn't. Little rat!
So I hauled out the hooks, the T-pins, and a length of yarn left over from the warping. It wasn't all that big a deal to repair. And then... I caught her on the loom again! She hopped down when she saw me coming and batted innocently at the paper. So then, my friends, I did an awful thing. I sat at the loom and began to weave. When I got to the treadling where three of the four harnesses are in the air... I let all three of them drop with a BANG!! She shot out from under the loom like a bullet.
That'll teach her!
For probably the length of time it takes her to get in her afternoon snooze. I anticipate a running battle.
But it's still a gorgeous shawl!