My mama came to visit a couple of weeks ago, and in her true generous nature she brought along a few incredible hand-me-downs:
a drum carder, which makes processing wool a breeze.
What used to take me two hours (including toddler chasing time) now takes about twenty minutes. And don’t worry–it’s all still done by hand. It’s just much more efficient.
She also passed down her fancy pants table loom, which is just right for busting out some wicked belts, scarves, and bags.
Needless to say, I’m stoked.
There’s something about having these tools that makes me feel like I’ve arrived. A sense of purpose and power as a fiber artist resonates within my bones in a way that wasn’t there before.
Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so because while she was here, I had the incredible fortune of finding the newest addition to my tiny fiber factory for one hundred dollars:
Smiling in a knowing way, my mama looked at me and said “Merry Christmas” as we bundled up the baby and hurried off down the road to meet my new floor loom.
Thanks, Mom.
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ooo julie i am SO stoked for you.
by the way, in reference to “arriving”, you have been here all along my dear. :-*
bring on the weaving!
you have inspired me to get my floor loom warped and moving again
omgoodness! you are sooo lucky! Have fun!!!