When we discover a new hobby, we don’t tiptoe in and explore cautiously. No, we pounce with fervor, dive in head first, go hog wild.
This explains how we came by the room full of metalsmithing tools and lapidary equipment. And the piles of quilting and cross stitch supplies. And the 300 pounds of chocolate and the piles of vintage linens and the nice bikes and ice skates and snowshoes. I could go on.
So, now, it’s weaving.
We started weaving as a direct result of our impulse control issues. Neither of us knew the first thing about weaving when we saw the big, old loom at a garage sale. It was only $150 and came with a lot of stuff. We had no idea what that stuff was, or how to use any of it, but there was a lot of it, it looked really cool, and it seemed like a good deal.
And, hey, weaving sounded like fun.
So, we bought the loom, wedged it into the garage (did you know that some people put their cars in their garages?!), and a couple of years later, we took the classes in weaving I’ve told you about.
And we love weaving!
And love, as you may have experienced yourself, wreaks havoc with impulse control, which we never had much of in any case. And all this explains how, in a recent 24-hour period, we came to have six looms in our house.
We have the big, old 150-dollar loom, which turns out to be incredibly idiosyncratic and difficult to weave on. We have the borrowed table loom, which I loved but wished was wider.
And now we have four other looms that we bought within 24 hours. As I said, impulse control issues.
First, we heard about some people nearby who bought two looms, years ago, for their daughter. Such thoughtful parents! But the ingrate daughter said, “I never said I wanted a loom!” and the looms went into the loft of their barn.
These folks were thrilled to sell us their counterbalance loom, as long as we took the big tapestry loom, too. We didn’t want or need a tapestry loom. We have no idea what we’ll do with a tapestry loom. But what the heck!
Then, the very day we bought the counterbalance loom and the tapestry loom, we heard about a garage sale an hour away. A weaver, selling all her equipment because she has decided to be a quilter (it’s just possible we aren’t they only ones with impulse control issues).
We said, we don’t need any more looms or weaving paraphernalia but let’s just go look . . .
And we came home with two more looms. One big loom, in far better shape than the first one we bought and with eight shafts or harnesses, and that pleases my husband.
With these looms came lots more stuff—benches and books and shuttles and yarn and magazines and cool stuff!
The first big, old, idiosyncratic loom is back in the car-free garage and it may end up as kindling. The table loom will be returned to its owner. The tapestry loom . . . ai yi . . . who knows what will become of the tapestry loom.
And, for now, we have three looms set up in one room in our house. An embarrassment of riches, and looms, for sure.
I’d feel a lot better if I thought we weren’t the only ones with impulse control issues. Anyone out there willing to fess up?