Yesterday, I had to add 800 heddles to the four harnesses I’m working with for my new project—a ruana. I’m doing the ruana out of 8/2 tencel dyed in a confetti pattern of tangerine, olive, and turquoise with outer and inner bands of shale. When I started to thread the loom, I found I was missing 800 of the 1100+ heddles I would need. (48 epi because it’s doubleweave.) I then had to learn how to put the heddles on the harnesses. Very simple, but I did it 1 x 1 to make sure none of them got crossed. What a lesson in patience!
I’m now ready to start threading for this project—another exercise in tedium: plain weave, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, for all 1120 ends. Woo-hoo. What does tedium have to teach us? Is it good for the soul? I will escape a little by listening to an audiobook (The Twelth Enchantment by David Liss). Would it be better for me to live with the tedium rather than escape it? Patience is certainly a good virtue.
With all the tedium, why do I keep weaving? And why have I been doing it for 10 years? There must be something enjoyable about endlessly fiddling with yarn in repetitious tasks. I’m just not sure what it is.