This weekend, I had a bit of an accident and hurt my neck and shoulder, so spinning was right off the agenda and the painkillers made my head a bit fuzzy so after a few mistakes I gave up on knitting. So I tried weaving which kind of worked out…
…My favourite thing about Noro yarns are the colours, they are just beautiful, my particular favourites being the muted ones. I’ve had some Kureyon in my stash for a while now, left-over from some fetching mitts that I knit and I planned to make the scrappy lengthwise scarf with it, which I’ve also had queued for a while. The thing I like about the scrappy lengthwise scarf is that it looks woven. Hmmm, are you seeing where I’m going with this?
Yes! Exactly! I have a loaned loom and I want to make a scarf that looks woven and knitting it would take a while, whereas weaving it would take a day, tops! Hmmmm.
I imagined that the colour changes of the warp thread and the colour changes of the weft would make a woven thing of beauty. So with the help of Ian (knit a man a pair of socks and he is then completely beholden to you, yes?) I set about warping the loom with the Noro. The funny thing about weaving is that men are much more willing to become engaged in the activity, unlike knitting. So much so, he has said things like “when we do this next time…” and I have witnesses. By the way this is all boding very well for a knitters loom for Christmas don’t you think? So anyway, I digress, in no time at all I was weaving away.
I had a few problems, firstly, the warp thread on one side broke, but I carried on regardless. I don’t know for certain, but I suspect that the tension and friction were too much for the Noro as further along the same thing happened on the other side. The second thing that happened was, that the weft began to slope down towards the end with the broken warp thread, I need to look up as to why this happened. Anyway, I carried on regardless, admiring the colours and kind of hoping for it all to come right after a wash. When the warp thread broke on the other side I decided to stop, I was quite near to the end and I think the craft gods were telling me something. Despite all of this I love it still and think that I was absolutely right about the colour changes being perfect for a woven scarf. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the beauty of handmade means not having to be perfect to be lovely.