Friday, April 22, 2011

Farmday Friday!!!!

Well I delved in to the Farm files again and up I came with something I am still working on mastering.  Weaving!  A couple years ago I was lucky enough to come across a man who had a loom and a whole slew of tools and yarn he wanted to sell.  For $250 I got probably $500 or more worth of weaving stuff.  It was amazing.  I still get wowed thinking of it.  The man who sold it to me went to the same church as my co-worker.  He happened to mention he had some stuff to sell and she happened to know that I spun wool.  He gave her his number to give to me and voila!  Insta-weavingstuff.

Woven potholders for my husband for Christmas - purple = Elderberries, bright and light yellows are goldenrod and dark yellowish brown is Sumac.

Now the really cool part about all this was the loom and everything else belonged to his father.  His father had passed away recently and he, the son, had no interest in weaving.  Let me tell you, buying an entire estate lot of something like this is very gratifying.  Not because of the stuff you get but because of the story you see in what you get. 

Part of the estate was two boxes of books.  Sorting through them, I came across a publication from the local university and guess who was on the cover?  The former owner of the loom.  He was weaving on a room-sized loom and inside he had written a very nice article on how these days, nobody sees the value in things such as weaving.  We are all in so much of a hurry.  We lose the satisfaction that comes with creating something out of very base materials.  I photocopied the article then called the son so he could have the original back as a keepsake.  He was appreciative.  That was my first visit from the former owner of the loom

My second visit from my looms former owner came while I was going through many of the tools and extraneous items that came with it.  I spread everything out on the floor and cataloged what I had so I could absorb the enormity of it.  If you go here you can see some in depth pictures of what I did that day.  One thing I came across was a tiny shuttle, not more than 3" long.  It had Christmas colored yarn wrapped around it and a bit of gold thread so it could be hung as a tree ornament.  There was a tag with the cute name the former owner had come up with to sell his wares.  While looking at this I started to get teary eyed.  A song came on called "Eye to Eye" about a father-son relationship and I swear I felt the presence of the man whose things these used to be.  
A third visit from the former owner came when I sat down to my first weaving- I worked for 7 hrs straight!!
That is the important part.  Understanding the stories and the value in these things.  That is why people give me things.  They know I'll appreciate them.  A few posts back I mentioned my friend who has given me loads of canning jars and other farm stuff.  All belonging to her husband's mother who has passed on.  Another friend of mine gave me 4 suitcases full of silk, sari and cotton fabric because she knew I'd either use it or give it to someone who would. 

What I love about all of this is that it flies in the face of the 'throw away' generation.  The thinking that once something is not needed, it's as good as trash.  Call me a trash compactor if you'd like and call me a garbage disposal if you must but I believe we do disrespect to ourselves and to others when we don't recognize a gift and accept it.  The items are nice but it's the stories that come with them that are the true gift.

I never met the owner of my loom and all its trappings but I see his hand on my loom in the smooth spots he wore on it while using it.  I hang his small shuttle Christmas tree ornaments on my tree and I understand why he kept odd fabrics, cut in to strips and rolled up in to balls.  I thank him every time I churn out a new project or lose patience stringing up the warp.  Maybe it's silly, but I think he'd be happy with how his weaving story turned out.


  1. This is such a lovely post. Thank you for sharing your story :)