Sometimes it is impossible to see the beauty in what you are weaving until it is finished and worn.
When I am feeling overwhelmed by the unknown, the familiar sound of the loom, the knowing where to move my feet, and the comforting feel of the yarn as it slowly unwinds from the shuttle all tell me where I am.
I wanted to see what a turquoise weft would look like.
I sent the picture to a friend of mine, and her response was to change color. My reply was---too late, I've already woven half the piece. But then I thought---it's never too late to change direction.
Is this a metaphor for life? I wore the finished piece yesterday, and when the sun came out for a minute, the scarf was dazzling.
You just never know how things are going to turn out. I don't have a good finished picture yet, but one will follow.
No new home yet either.