Confession Time

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Well, I have a confession to make to you. This is not a fun thing for me to have to do. I hate to admit that I am unable to do something that I have been doing for years.

Are you ready?

Did you gird your loins?

Look away if you are afraid of this!

I have lost my weaving mojo.

Yup, it’s gone.

I’ve always been the kind of person who needs to be in the right frame of mind in order to weave. If I’m frustrated, upset, mad, or irritated at something I just can’t weave. My edges get too tight and everything looks like a V.

I can spin when I’m feeling weirded out, but not weaving.

I have been in a calmer frame of mind this week so I thought that I would sit down and work on the towels currently warped on the loom. Something I really want to get done since a few of them are going to my daughter.

Yeah, the mojo is gone. Just gone.

I figured on Monday it was just that I had not done this for about 6 months. Made some mistakes, couldn’t throw the shuttle right without digging into the warp, edges too tight. Ok, walked away after about 45 mins of struggling.

Come Wednesday morning now, it was even worse. I spent as much time undoing what I wove to correct mistakes as I did weaving correctly. I could not keep the treadle pattern right and either did a double shot on the same shed, just skipped one altogether or missed the floating selvage.

I tried with quiet. I tried with music. Neither made it any better. Which is odd, as music usually helps me to focus better, this time, nope, made it worse.

Mojo, no mojo.

Where oh where the heck did it go? I’ve been weaving for 20+ years. I’ve never had this much trouble, even as a beginner. I’ve woven under time constraint stress in competitions and didn’t struggle this much. Almost broke someone’s arm at a competition and didn’t lose my mojo.

WTF?

Thursday has arrived after a very loooooonnnnnngggggg sleepless night of severe thunderstorms, power outage with the power co running thru my pasture looking for the problem, and a dog with the runs.

Got the chores done, moved stuff in the shop to make it easier to get the truck in, did a bit in the garden but it was too muddy to get much accomplished, and decided to sit and have a discussion with the loom.

“Loom” says I, “where is my mojo? Did you take it away from me?”

Loom says nothing.

“Loom” I continue to querry “Did you see where my weaving mojo went?”

Silence.

I have found that looms can be quite stubborn in their refusal to answer when you speak to them. Even with sweet words of praise.

“Loom, you are not being very helpful”

I decided to give it one more shot to see if my mojo has actually left.

Lo and behold, the mojo was back! I wove for just over an hour and didn’t make one mistake!!

I guess adding exhaustion to the mix created the right environment for the mojo to return.

Pheewwww!!!

Blessed Be!!

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