When the loom is working and only surface attention is required my mind can wander and think about other things.
One of the things I ponder is how much I ought to be adding to the carbon footprint of the world, the glut of textiles available in the ‘first’ world and if I should really be encouraging people to buy more…stuff…
The thing is, I have to be creating something. Making is as much a part of me as, well, breathing. Oh, I know, I exaggerate, but I am not a happy camper when I can’t weave. The amount of satisfaction, even joy, I receive from taking individual threads and making cloth? Priceless.
The joy I see on the faces of people who buy my cloth? Even better.
So, yes, even though I am adding to the material ‘burden’ of society – quite literally – I decided today that I was no longer going to feel guilty about it. If joy is the ultimate result of the time I spend at the loom – not just mine, but others – surely that is justification enough?
Currently reading The Art of the English Murder by Lucy Worsley