Enjoy some peace and quiet today.
Let the weaving begin! Come back soon to see the Swedish lace curtains being woven.
Quietly yours,
Karen
Quiet Friday: Dressing the Loom
Category: curtains
If at First You Don’t Succeed, Why Try Again?
Some of my weaving projects have been flops. Those pieces are tucked in a box, never to see the light of day. Putting my weaving progress out there on this blog feels uncomfortable. Here I am, calling these white threads curtains in advance, but it could turn out to be a big oops! — like bath mat material, or sandpaper (don’t ask Steve about the bath towels). I won’t be able to hide this in a box; because you, my dear friends, are watching me!
Every time I start a new blog post I face mild panic. What if I don’t have anything to say this time? And what if I can’t discover a new weaving metaphor? Yikes, it’s all so public!
Try, try again. It is possible to exert sweat and tears, but have nothing to show for it in the end. We’d rather not let anyone know. But the creator who sees us does notice, and never calls it failure. Surprisingly, he tells us to go farther out, take a bigger risk, be brave.
Go ahead, try again, he says.
If you say so,… Okay, I will.
May you embrace the courage to try again, and find success waiting for you!
Willing to try,
Karen
You Can Always Hope
Starting a new warp is like having a blank slate. I still find it fascinating that one can weave thread into cloth! Every new warp is a time of starting over. No matter what went wrong before, this new set of ends has fresh possibilities. Hope gives a blank slate like that. Anyone can begin again.
Hope can slip away gradually, and we don’t even notice until it is gone. Dreams are put on the shelf, and we tell ourselves if we don’t look, it won’t hurt. Whether we mess up, or others mess us up, we secretly decide to stop trying. One day we look up, and hope is missing. The loom sits empty.
Listen… Can you hear it? There’s a quiet voice speaking strength and courage to you. It’s the whisper of the creator’s love. It brings a strong picture of hope for the future at the very moment all present hope seems to be slipping away. There is always a new warp to wind, and resulting handwoven fabric is around the corner. A brighter day is coming. Don’t stop hoping.
May your dreams and hopes find fulfillment.
Hopefully Yours,
Karen
We All Start Somewhere
Can you see the curtains yet? I see them in my mind’s eye as I measure the length of the warp ends. Two ends at a time, from their tubes, through my fingers, and to the warping reel, which I spin ’round and ’round to measure eight yards. Planned in my mind and on paper, this is where the curtains start to become reality.
There comes a point in any endeavor when you have to get past the thinking and planning stage to move into action. Taking the first step feels uneasy, like a step of faith into the unknown future.
What is the starting point for faith? Consider this: From microscopic algae to planets in our solar system, everything is crafted with mind-boggling precision, much more so than my simple cloth. Certainly, there must be a mastermind behind it all. Just picture the outstretched arms and immense power that set everything into motion. Nothing is too difficult for such a mastermind! Grab hold of that thought to awaken faith in God. This starting point for faith is a step into a deep sense of wonder.
May your thinking and planning bring you to a satisfying starting point.
Step by step,
Karen
Perfectly Imperfect
Five new tubes of quality Egyptian cotton thread. They look perfect! And one very old boat shuttle (possibly from the 1800’s). Quite worn and used, it has noticeable flaws and imperfections. This shuttle is very simple, but it fits perfectly in my hands, and easily glides across the warp, carrying weft thread across. The shuttle’s worth is measured by what it becomes in my hands as a weaver.
If I am noticed by people, that makes me important, right? And if I’m never noticed — what then? Does that mean I am less important? I hope we can base our personal value on something besides popularity and opinions; if not, we’re left trying to prove our worth.
It is marvelous that there is a grand weaver who knows us personally. The one who stretched out the skies like a piece of cloth and sprinkled it with stars as if they were glass beads, knows each of us by name. He knows all the flaws, yet he delights to pick up that worn, imperfect shuttle and use it to create something spectacular. My worth is defined in his hands.
May you hear your name pleasantly spoken.
Imperfect, but happy,
Karen