I received my Edward Bransfield scarf!! I watched and listened to Gael’s trip to Antarctica. The story is just amazing. And the scarf reflects the story. It is so soft and toasty warm! I LOVE the colors!!! Thank you, Gael!
I truly love to weave.
The raising of the shed, the throwing of the shuttle, the beating of the weft are all part of a symphony of action and sound that make a happy place for my otherwise crazy brain.
But getting to that place can push the limits of patience.
And one pesky little thread can do it. Just one little thread.
The fine thread used in making the Edward Bransfield Commemorative tartan can twist and turn. It can play general havoc with the effort to put each thread in the right order onto a loom that is 7 feet (or thereabouts) long and 5+ feet wide.
Sometimes, those threads go to the loom willingly. Wound onto the back beam, weights and tension do not seem to bother them. Drawn through the heddle one by one, pulled through the reed in pairs or triples, the order remains without complaint. As a result, the color pattern remains straight and true. Weaving can commence quickly with such compliant threads.
Then there is the real sneaky thread, that one little pesky thread that decides to mess it all up. The very dark colors like to do this. They cross where they shouldn’t. Living in a heddle meant for another thread is a favorite tactic. But the most diabolical sneak is landing in a part of the reed meant for another thread. Usually that is close to where they are suppose to be.
When threads cross, the weaving pattern can’t be achieved. It clogs up the mechanism that raises or lowers the threads. It causes the wayward thread to never be held in place by the weft. This is very distressing to the weaver as the time must be spent to hunt down the miscreant and correct its ways.
The investigation of crossed threads can be quick. That is assuming you have a thread that is not very smart at being out of place.
The smart, conniving thread takes up much more of the weaver’s time. One pesky little thread delayed the start of the actual weaving of the next set of cotton Edward Bransfield Commemorative Tartan scarves for an entire day.
One pesky little thread, a dark blue in a sea of dark blue, decided to move across one equally dark blue thread and take up residence less than a 10th of an inch from where it was suppose to be. It hid its crime by snuggling up to the back of the reed where human eyes could not see it. Humans could see where it came out of the reed but could not find where it was suppose to go.
One pesky little thread is now in its proper place.
One pesky little thread is ready to be a part of something bigger.
One pesky little thread will be part of an Edward Bransfield Commemorative Tartan scarf tomorrow.
(P.S. The language used during the above described investigation required other humans, canines and felines to exit the premises.)