One thing I’ve learned about silk yarn is that it can shrink. In the photo below, I started with two squares—same size, same weaving pattern—washed one in hot, soapy water, then left it to dry.
One thing I do every day is listen to the Book of Mormon for 1/2 hour. When I’m feeling distressed, it calms me.
If I’m feeling calm it can have different effects. Sometimes I stay feeling calm. Sometimes I get new insights. Tonight I got discomfited.
As previously mentioned, I’m writing again. I failed to make it clear that I’m writing fiction, not a pin loom weaving book. Sorry if that’s disappointing to my very few fans. Technically I’m concurrently writing an online pin loom weaving book. It’s not exactly organized, but at least I’m capturing and sharing the info I’ve accumulated on the subject.
Writing fiction is fun, funner than nonfiction. Both are a lot of work, both enjoyable. Maybe technical nonfiction has the advantage of being more quickly satisfying (an informative blog post only takes about 100 photos and the better part of a day). Writing fiction places the author in the position of a sort of demi-god. You have to make up a world, characters, and all the weather, laws, and situations. You have to make a lot of choices. And you’re not allowed to be boring.
When I got started on this current book, there was the initial excitement of jotting down all the possibilities—pages and pages of them in my trusty Mead Two-Subject spiral notebook (on sale for $2 because the calendar insert they included expired in 2005—a mistake I’m sure they won’t repeat).
Finished another project—only took me a month! Still, this one was a toughie. I’ve developed a lot more respect for people who devise these sorts of things (and I already had a healthy dose of respect for them).
It feels good to get a thing done.