I have almost finished restoring my loom which took something of a hit when it was stored for a number of years, and then returned with missing parts and broken parts. It has been an age since I have set up a warp, threaded heddles, and sat at the beam. I am looking forward to it. Keeping old skills new is a great joy. I love learning and here relearning. I am more patient with myself, but I miss some of the old boldness of the 18 year old self who first bought the loom in the 1970s and believed firmly that I could figure it all out. I still owe something to that girl and so returning to loom is a way of thanking her for the faith and confidence in me.
Weaving is such a lovely contradiction between absolute precision and wild instinct -- knowing the needed yardage, carefully laying it out along the warping board, patiently threading it through the heddles, through the reed, tying it on, running the lease sticks through, winding it on....and then, only then after the first foot, do you know what you have for sure. Like writing...not until it's done do you know the shape of the work and how well you have made it.