For Christmas last year I got my wife a Rigid Heddle Loom, kind of. I got her the loom for Christmas, but it didn’t arrive until last week (something about a heddle being on backorder). Now, if you were to ask me what a rigid heddle loom actually is, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I know knitting, not weaving. What I can tell you is it isn’t a giant loom. It’s small and sits on a table and has something called dents and wefts and warthogs (I probably made that last one up, but I sadly don’t know for sure).
She loves it, though, and that’s all that really matters. Mind you, the day she got it, she asked me to help her set it up. Then she threw a string of words at me the likes of which I’d never heard and was fairly certain she had actually made up or hit her head and was speaking in tongues. It all sounded like gibberish to me or more aptly, a foreign language. At any rate, it was late and I was exhausted so I opted to go to bed and then work and left her to it (she had the day off).
To my surprised when I came home she had somehow managed to figure it out, at least on a small scale. Apparently after several youtube videos and a lot of trial and error she managed to make a tiny rectangle of woven fabric. Of course when I looked at it it looked like something out of Dr. Frankenstein’s lab, but she was very proud of it and with good reason.
Since then she’s be weaving as much as she can and is showing improvement each time. She made a giant “experiment” rectangle with a bunch of different yarn scraps (of course, I had to be the warping peg (?) for that part, and it was really, really big…) and made an attempt at her first scarf. Let me tell you, they don’t look nearly as bad as that first piece of fabric.
Me? I have no desire to weave, and that will probably never change. For some reason, I like the structure of knitting and the rules of knitting a whole lot more. It makes a lot more sense to me. That and I love the properties of knitted fabric, like how much stretch it has (woven fabric has basically zero) and how it looks and feels. If weaving and looming make my wife happy, though, I’m happy. I just hope she doesn’t go crazy like Sheldon did from The Big Bang Theory.