This three-treadle weave was not complicated to thread; and with only three treadles and one shuttle, it is simple to weave. The beads certainly give a festive look, but most of the fabric is woven without the added sparkle. This weave creates an interesting striped pattern, giving physical and visual texture to the fabric, even without beads. Singing adds that kind of interest and pleasant consistency to life, even during times that don’t *sparkle* with happiness.
Singing is a sign of a joyful heart, and the only instrument you need is a voice. My dad was a great example of this. He couldn’t carry a tune in a basket, but that did not keep him from singing. The thread of joy was woven in him from the beginning to the end of his life–through good times and hard times.
An inner melody of joy gives strength and consistency to make it beyond the happy sparkle times in life. Singing is a natural response to the grand weaver’s personal attention. So, go ahead and sing! Don’t be embarrassed–your voice is the grand weaver’s delight!
May you sing through your day.
Joyfully,
Karen
“…couldn’t carry a tune in a basket…” what a fun way of expressing that someone may not be a very strong singer. We don’t have a charming expression like that in my language.
I was always told I cannot sing…and therefore, I shouldn’t. I still did sing for the kids, and I do sing for the grandkids. But never if my my parents or sisters were around.
I am so glad to hear that not having the ability to carry a tune doesn’t mean I shouldn’t sing 🙂 What a joy!
I love the beads in this fabric, it is such a playful way to create texture! It is like musical notes dancing across your fabric. Beautiful!
The thought of you singing, Elizabeth, makes me smile. What a delight for your dear grandchildren to hear your melodic expressions! You’re giving them a lasting gift.
“musical notes dancing across the fabric” – What a fun way to look at it. I’m going to remember that!
It always made me smile to know Dad was singing from his heart and not for show. That is true worship.
He sure did sing from his heart! And not just worship songs. Whenever I hear “Zippity Do Dah” I think of Dad singing that song to us girls. He had fun with life! “…plenty of sunshine headed my way…”
I’ve really enjoyed reading your blog, please keep up the good work!
Hi, Kayleigh,
It’s always good to hear from someone in this family of blog readers. I am delighted you dropped in to say, “Hi!”
Happy Weaving (and knitting),
Karen