I Throw the Shuttle

I throw the shuttle

Watch the fabric grow.

I throw the shuttle

Watch the colors flow.

I throw the shuttle

And dance a weaving song.

 

 



Another Side Trip - Hearts

OK, I think I am putting a dent in my 'samples' basket. How about these cute hearts? They are different on both sides - the one on the left is showing it's taquete side and the one on the right is showing a plain weave side. They are poising on a handwoven towel by Dawn.

 

 

My friend Becky found this little child's song/game from 1902. It was sung to the tune of Nelly Bly, a popular song in the late 1800's.

Over one, Under one,
Over one again.
Under one, Over one,
Then we do the same.
Hi weavers! HO, weavers!
Come and weave with me!
You'll rarely find, go where you will,
A happier band that we!

Poem

 

IF

 

If you can wind a warp
And never miss the cross,
If you can thread the heddles one by one
And never suffer loss,
If you can reed the threads
And never miss a dent,
And smilingly repeat your pattern
And never once resent
An interruption or a muttered curse
From workers by your side,
If you can start to weave
And find the threads you thought were tied
Are loose; if you can cheerfully retrace
Your steps and do it all again,
Then call yourself a weaver, friend;
Your patience has no end.
(anonim)