I haven’t managed to do much active weaving (as opposed to the dream weaving that I seem to do a lot of!) since Benjamin came along, but I think I finally found a bit of a groove over the past month. I grab a few minutes here and a few minutes there, and before you know it, something is accomplished.
With the deadline looming for my first post-maternity leave “Yearning to Weave” column, I had in my hands what I thought was a pretty cool project. I tossed it into the washing machine on the delicate cycle, watched for a few minutes to make sure everything looked OK, and went on with my day while the cycle continued. I should have stayed just a bit longer. My rya knot rug concoction decided to burst free from its wefty confines. I told my mother that this was one of those moments where I realized that I have matured quite a bit. I muttered a mild mannered, “crap.” and proceeded to salvage what I could. The result? A square rug instead of a rectangle. And for your viewing pleasure, the mess I pulled out of the washing machine, and a gratuitous shot of Baby NOBO on the finished item.