Robb and I go to a lot of estate sales. We've long realized that we had the design tastes of ninety year old college professors, so furnishing our home this way makes perfect sense.
I will be the first to admit that I have a bit of a problem, when it comes to vintage textiles. I've bought more knitting patterns, lace dresser scarves and 1930s quilts than I can possibly use. I've dragged home handknit sweaters because they evoked an emotion somewhere between inspiration and pity. I just couldn't leave them behind.
Feral cats and vintage textiles twang the same set of heart-strings. It's a sickness.
So a few weeks ago, I bought a tiny vintage loom. It was already set up, so I just started fooling around, and this is what I wove. My effort is the top part of the photo, the original owner wove the part on the bottom.
Just as I try to avoid adopting all the cats, I'm going to resist the urge to start shopping for larger looms.
We'll see how that goes.