Monday, March 24, 2025

Sometimes I Get to Have a Little Class…

In general, I have a hard time being a daytime person. Usually this matters not, but events like doctor’s appointments and in-person/live classes and meetings can be difficult. Saturday's plans included the ATA / Kennita Tully Soumak Class - starting at noon and running until 7PM. Zoom, yes, but still, yikes, a long day and emphasis on the day time requirement. Turns out it was not even a bit of a problem - I really wanted to explore more about soumak going into the class and Kennita is an exellent, engaging teacher. We learned and wove, had an anecdote or few, and learned and wove some more and all of a sudden, "Wait, is that the time?!" Now my only problem following the class is whether to sign on for her Elements class. It does hove a bit of price to it and I'd had plans to do some topestry exploration on my own, but... 10/10 for the class I just took - I’d be psyched to continue learning in a Kennita class and it does appear that Elements has a lot of subject to matter...


If anyone that happens to read this has taken/is taking the Elements class, I’d love to hear what you think...


Progress so far on my sample from
the Soumak Class…

(PS: Please forgive my yucky camera angle. The selvedges are straighter than they appear, I promise. How does one choose between comera/iPad shadow or skewed angles for in-progress shots, I wonder?)

Friday, March 14, 2025

I Move Slowly

No matter how careful I am with my calculations, it always amazes me when my selvedge threads line up in the reed with my edge width marker tape!

This warp is designated for one of my dear daughters and will hopefully resemble a wild-ish set backing for the tank my… ahem… grand-lizard, would that be???… lives in. At the very least, it should give me some practice with greenery and the soumack I hope to learn more about in Kennita Tully’s upcoming class.

I do move slowly but I hope to tie onto the cloth beam tomorrow. (Note to the wiser than me, also, avoid this season’s norovirus at all costs — it is nothing like the yarn and takes one’s “I move slowly” to an extreme…)