I miss my loom. My poor little Wolf Pup had to get packed up for the remodel. The space it used to be in is filled with boxes from my kitchen.
I miss getting to play with all my pretty cottons.
I miss my bobbins.
I miss winding stuff on my warping board. It was good exercise.
I miss banging away. I love the rhythm of weaving.
I miss fooling with all the loose ends. There is a weird thrill when it all works out as it should.
I miss tying all those funny knots.
I miss coming out in the morning and admiring what I did the day before. I still can't believe I can do this. It's just so cool.
I miss cutting stuff off, hemming it and putting it into the wash for the first time where it is transformed.
I miss everything about my little loom. Every time I have to dust it I think about taking it out of the corner it's folded up in and rearranging things so I can set it back up but I think The Mister would kill me. For now I'll have to make do with just taking a trip down memory lane.