Riffing off TenOnTuesday's threshold theme, random thoughts on Convergence, Providence, Rhode Island, 2014.
1. Convergence is one of the biggest weaving conferences/workshops available to weavers. Classes. Market. Workshops. Lectures. Gallery. I signed up as a prod for my stalled weaving.
2. I signed up for a weave structure that I LOVE. Rep.
3. The class was far beyond my current level of weaving expertise.
5. Warping the loom to prepare for the workshop almost killed me. Many times, I knew for certain, that I would drop out of the workshop. Remember all those nightmares you have about not being prepared for the exam? Or arriving in the middle of the semester to a new class, with the exam about to begin? And you have done none of the reading or studying? All of that, in real weaving life, trying this new warp structure. I wasn't dreaming. And I did it to myself.
6. With significant down-to-the-wire help from a weaving buddy, the warp was done.
7. Small segue here of driving to Providence, finding the hotel, getting the loom out of the car, getting the loom up to the room, getting the loom back into the car, trying to figure out where to park the next day at the start of the workshop, figuring out how to register, figuring out where the workshop room was....well, if it doesn't kill you, it may make you stronger.
8. The workshop was round-robin style. We each wove on everyone else's loom and warp. I eff'd up the treadling pattern. And the packing of the weft. And the order of the treadling. And the selvedges. I got some samples out of it. I surely got technique. I got theory. I met two amazing women.
9. I improvised the world's cheapest cone holder after spending valuable workshop time chasing after cones that bounced and rolled around chairs, table legs, and across acres of floor space.
10. RedFish Dyeworks rocks.
11. When I got home, I tied the remaining warp to the front apron beam so that I could weave off the rest of it at home, slowly, carefully. There may be two useable placemats there. Or not.
12. And I finished warping a handspun Jacob sample, and am weaving that off. Yes, learning new things that I didn't even set out to learn.
13. I am knitting the endless Nuvem. Wollmeise Lacegarn, purchased from someone whose washing machine broke. She held a destash. There may be some uneasy karma in this yarn.
14. I bought a small floor loom for the workshop: 38# was more shoulder friendly than the Baby Wolf. After weaving on six floor looms and twelve table looms at the workshop, I am happy that I did not buy a table loom. It is fine for some fabrics, and not so good for others. This was one of the not so good ones. Can't beat it hard enough with most table looms. Picture my left hip rotated to hold the loom on the table while I beat the thick part of the weft into the cloth. Awkward.
15. I bought some aspirational silk. It is exquisite. I probably need to weave more before I use the pretty stuff.
16. It took DAYS for my brain to recover. And now I want to weave ALL the fabrics.
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