It does feel like the winter of our discontent.
While we normally enjoy our cozy days at home, in a happy fog of hominess and solitude, buoyed by cats purring, a warm fire, and comfort food, this winter is different.
Politics, chaotic change, and uncertainty intrude at every level. I spend too much time reading the New York Times and checking Twitter, and rolling my eyes, feeling my gut clench. I know I should walk away from the computer but that seems irresponsible.
I need to know.
But I also need to soothe myself and seek some solace.
And so I keep doing the things I always do, as insignificant as they sometimes seem.
The quilting, the embroidery, the ironing, the sewing group, spending time with you.
And the weaving.
The quiet repetition of winding warp, of slowly dressing the loom, of throwing the shuttle, and watching something grow from nothing, demand my focus and let me forget the so-called real world for awhile.
So, here’s what we’ve been weaving, since, after all, this is a place to celebrate loving hands and that which is handmade, not a place of lament and worry.
A bunch of towels:
The large photo shows the towel I made for Caroline, who won the giveaway late last year. Others were gifts for friends.
These ended up in the Etsy shop:
I’ve also made some scarves. This one is the first thing I made on my new loom:
And two others:
And a baby blanket:
Don’s been busy, too. He made this beautiful runner in colors that make me think of the tropics, along with coordinating placemats:
And he just finished this runner for a customer:
Even though we’ve been cranky and distracted by news of the world, we carry on and do the things we love.
I know I won’t stop worrying but I also now I won’t stop hoping and, in that hope, I’ll continue to create because creating feels like building, and building feels positive . . . and I need all the positive I can get right now.