Tag: cotton

We All Start Somewhere

Karen

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.

Egyptian cotton handwoven curtains
Two tubes 20/2 Egyptian cotton on the left, and two tubes 8/2 Egyptian cotton on the right. The heavier weight 8/2 cotton is being doubled, which will create a defined outline every couple inches in the woven fabric.

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

Karen

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.

antique boat shuttle
Antique boat shuttle found on eBay, with new fitted spindle added. Cotton thread will be woven to make curtains.

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