Haste makes waste

I have been so excited about starting my turned overshot project, and couldn't wait to get it warped and woven to make sure it's magic happened.  I wound it and tried the disastrous back to front, switched to front to back and happily threaded.  I was a bit impatient.  And, as you can see, caused a horrible tangle.  These photos are from after most of it has been untangled by Mom, who came by for Mexican food but was unable to wind with me.  She came by a second time, but I was too cranky from hedge trimming and poison ivy wrestling.  This is what I had left to deal with this morning.

But I turned on the classical station, opened the windows in the luminaria and let my mind wander while I untangled each clump of 24 threads.  I thought about how I really don't mind warping anymore, though I used to hate it.  When I was beginning to weave, the weaving was the thing:  I wanted to make fabric, not push threads through slots!  I wanted action!  Warping was tedious and made my back and shoulders ache.  I don't know when I realized that it was simply another part of the process, but it's been fairly recently that I've learned to relax and enjoy it.  I usually take my time and check everything several times before I thread a shuttle.

This time was different, and I spent many hours over three days paying for that haste.  As my boss, Chef Feathers says, "If you didn't have time to do it once, how are you going to have time to do it over?"  I had time, but it could have been spent so many other ways, so much more productively.

Ahhhh, that's better!  A smooth, lovely warp, with two odd threads that came out far too short.  Not sure how that happened, but I will fix them, and thread new threads through the spaces.  I will get this guy wound on this week and report back.  I am still very anxious to see how this works!

Tomorrow, it's back to work, with 300 pounds of blackberries thawed and waiting, along with the promised greens of last week.