Oooh I remember this… it’s called knitting!

I haven’t knitted since I became a weaver. So that’s what? Three years? Four? Not really a conscious thing, but weaving was intended as a knitting replacement so it makes sense.

Then a colleague picked up my last knitted scarf one day and suddenly I found myself with a knitting commission! (I’m being traded home smoked bacon….yaaay!)

But it’s weird. I can cast on with my eyes closed. I can knit and purl with my eyes closed. Like, if you put needles and yarn in front of me I’m just going to start aknittin’ somet’ing. And it feels goooood.

So, I’m knitting. With pink cotton. A matching mum and bub scarf set (of all things). Photos will follow.

Putting the loom away seems weirdly wrong

You might have guessed that I haven’t been weaving much recently. Thus the lovely sound of “crickets” on the bloggy. But just because I’m not weaving, doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about weaving, or looking at the loom and going “you’re naked – you need dressing”.

Today, however, I had to pack the loom and all the bits into it’s nifty carry bag and it felt wrong. Like I was saying out-loud “no weaving to see here, move along”.

Of course no weaving can happen in my craft room while it undergoes a bit of renovation – that’s why the loom is in a bag for a few weeks.

What are the odds that I will end up dressing it and weaving in the loungeroom again? Just to prove the point that I don’t agree with this enforced non-weaving period. Yep, that’s quite likely.