Wow! Towels!

These six are the set of of Shadow Weave Towels that I've had on my Mac 8-H loom for a while now. Today I got to take the fabric off the loom, put in a quick hem, and wash it.

I love the softness of the 10/2 cotton.

Something New

I am trying something new. I am weaving a shawl out of my handspun yarns. If all goes well, I hope to send the finished shawl to Afghans for Afghanistan.

The challenges:
Yarn. This is a random collection of handspun. None of it was intended for weaving. The wide bright pink stripes are the best(slightly thicker, slightly more tightly spun). The lighter pink I had to add some twist to, and the brown has a lot of sproing! So, three different yarns.
Yarn. This is a random collection of handspun. None of it was made in large enough skeins to weave a shawl. (Ha! And you thought I was just repeating myself! :) By adding a second brown yarn for the warp, I may have enough to get the requisite 62+ inches!
And, lastly, Color in Weaving. Some of you may remember I'm afraid of color. Sometimes I think I'm afraid of my weaving experiments. --Ahh. I need to modify that. I have no fear of the things I weave, I have fear that others will not like them, or will criticize the this or the that. Let me hide my weaving in the box of my house and I will not fear! Hopefully, this will come off as a respectable project and I won't have need of fear!

More Lace Scarf

Here's another shot of my lace scarf. It went to it's new home on Sunday. After taking this photo, my children asked to model the scarf...I'll spare you the photos, but I thought that all three of them were as cute as buttons in this! And my friend loved her new scarf, too!

Ode to an old Friend

This is my old quilt. She's technically a douvet cover. I made her six years ago and she has lived on my bed year round since then. I have watched her age and fade and show signs of wear, and recently, watched her fall apart at the seams.

I finished taking my quilt apart today. The back and the lining will be reused in a new cover. The pieced top, while faded and falling apart on the boarders, I carefully folded and will save. Maybe one of the kids will need a patchwork skirt. Maybe we'll need a picnic tablecloth. Or maybe, I'm just not ready to part with this old friend.