The last piece I wove on my Toika, before selling it in advance of moving my studio home, was a rag rug in pretty colors for my upcoming granddaughter’s room.
Step one was to dump out the giant bin of balls of rags and choose a nice assortment.
I wove in bands, choosing from the mess on the floor by the loom.
I finished up and two days later–loom, and then no loom.
I photographed the finished rug, and as usual, all my weaving looks great on my neighbor Roger’s red porch.
This weekend, Margaret marks every twinge with the feeling, “Is it now?” When new baby granddaughter comes, these things will be waiting: the rug, a cradle my mother painted when my son Joe was a baby, a sweater knit by my friend Inger and sent from Norway when Joe was a baby, and Little Feminist books (thanks Mary Skoy!). Margaret was a 2 pound premie born on October 1, and her childhood doll is wearing the Halloween costume I sewed after she was born. The toys were in and by her bassinet during her weeks in the hospital. I knitted her caps. Welcome, new baby girl: let’s get this show on the road.
