Sarah, Jared and Adalyn – Columbus portrait photographer

One of the enjoyable things about this profession is being able to witness the changes in people’s lives.  Seeing a couple go from engaged to married to parents and being able to document those monumental steps is very satisfying, to say the least.

Such has been the case with Sarah and Jared and now their adorable daughter Adalyn.  And, of course, Sebastian and Jake, their not-camera-shy poochies.

So, a week ago, I headed out to Sarah and Jared’s place to catch up and make pictures of everyone in their element.

Behold the fun:

 

 

The beads that saved weaving – Columbus Cultural Arts Center

I mentioned last week my trouble with keeping straight which direction I was heading on the foot treadles.  Sure, it’s easy when you’re on treadle 1 or treadle 5, because there’s only one direction to go from each of those, but if you’re on treadle 3, it’s anyone’s guess.

Enter the beads.

The teacher attached a couple beads to a string and taped it to the top of my loom so that when I get to either treadle 1 or 5, I can push the beads left or right to designate the change in direction.  So, therefore, if I get to treadle 3 (or 2 or 4) and lose my concentration, all I have to do is look at the beads.  Problem solved!

In other weaving news, according to the teacher, I am about a yard shy of completing my scarf.  And here I thought it would take me in excess of the eight weeks of class time.  Once at the weaving part, it goes pretty quickly.  Plus, it’s become very enjoyable and I think I’m going to miss it, whereas, when I first started, I was doubtful I’d even make it to the third class.  I guess I’ll just have to weave a rug or something!

The completed portion of the scarf wrapped around the "apron".

Toward the bottom left is the bar that holds the very end of the warp. Getting close!

 

 

I’m weaving, I’m weaving! – Columbus Cultural Arts Center

Saying “I’m weaving” always makes me expect to hear “where you going?”.  But today, I actually did weave.  And I have pictures to prove it.

After I finished threading my heddles, it was time to put the loom back together and add a reed, through which all the heddled threads would also need to be threaded.  Ugh.  My reed, chosen according to the thickness of my thread, was 16-1; meaning there were 16 thread slots per inch.  Luckily, there is a little tool for getting the threads through the reed or else I think I would’ve had to say my goodbyes.  (Imagine threading a comb.)  However, I have to admit that it took only a short time to get a rhythm going and I ended up making pretty quick work of the task.

So, after threading the reed and doing a couple of loom housekeeping chores, it was time to put a bobbin in a shuttle and weave some junk.  Yes, junk.  The junk is a few woven lines of thread that keep the warp threads evenly spaced at the very bottom.  Junk – so many definitions!

Then it was time to wind the bobbin with my real thread and get down to the real weaving.

After a few passes through the shed with the shuttle, I figured out that having a wandering mind is detrimental to keeping track of which foot treadle was last pressed.  Note to self:  keep your mind on your feet!  I don’t know whether it’s better that my treadles are to be pressed 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, or if it would be better to have some oddball combination of treadle presses, but either way I’m sure I’d have the same problem.  Someone walks by and says hi or I think about what I want for dinner and, poof, where was I and which direction was I moving?

Regardless, I made quite a bit of progress, weaving about 18 inches today.  Unfortunately, I missed looping correctly over (or was it under?) some of the selvage threads, so, according to the teacher, I now have to cut out about three inches.  Oh well.  It could be worse!

BTW, the shuttle is NOT a brilliant yellow with absolutely no detail.  Thanks to the Retro Camera app I use on my phone, it is; but in real life it’s made of unpainted wood.  Crazy.  The scarf is also slightly less bright in person, and it’s soft and fuzzy to the touch because of the mohair (the multicolored thread).

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