The jacquard has a new 30-yard warp of 20/2 black mercerized cotton. I'm sampling for a series of Woven Portraits that I'm weaving for a good friend, Ann Tompkins, based on an image of Ann and her husband and 3 daughters. I'm still sampling wefts and fine-tuning contrast levels, so there's not much to show yet.
The dobby loom is naked (oh, my!) but I have plans. The first warp on it will be either a 3-warp echo weave in 60/2 silk; or a complex twill pashmina (silk warp, weft of lace-weight Pygora yarn). The Pygora is from a local breeder. The goats are a registered breed that was developed from a cross between Pygmy goats and Angora goats. Depending on the ratio of Pygmy vs. Angora, the hair can be more like mohair, more like cashmere, or somewhere in between (which my yarn is). The color is a nice fawn and with a natural silk, it'll be gorgeous.
The new baby, a vintage-1975 Leclerc Artisat, is still in pieces in the garage, after being cleaned and refinished and resized and de-rusted. By tomorrow, it'll be mostly assembled, but there were a number of parts missing and I've placed an order with Leclerc; however, that'll have to wait until the shop opens on January 6. So we'll assemble what we can, and postpone the rest. Here's a shot of the wood parts, and another of the metal parts.
I can't believe the previous owner ever actually wove on it, as it was missing some critical stuff like the cloth beam advancing crank, the warp brake system was installed incorrectly, and a few other mysteries DH and I are still giggling about.
4 comments:
Wow, the last loom had a really adventurous weaver, then. I like the sound of your new fiber, too. Look forward to seeing it being woven. Have a lovely 2014, Sandra.
what fun!a new scrumptious fiber to work with
Happy 2014 and happy weaving.
I once bought a loom from the weaver's daughter. It was missing a couple of handles, which I thought was not a huge problem. But then I found some of the pieces installed backwards, upside down, or just plain weirdly.
Turns out they had moved it from mom's house after the weaver's death, without knowing what they were doing. So the son-in-law took it apart to get it to fit in the car. When they tried to reassemble it to sell, nobody could remember how it went. They figured we wouldn't notice, I guess.
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