Last Saturday morning, this really cute handyman (aka Chuck, "Chizzle" and/or best boyfriend ever), shows up at my front door with a big drill and a dream: we will get my weaving loom put back together. Now, this loom has been "looming" over me for years- it's a big project that I have been hoping/dreading/wishing/praying about for a long time. It was accidentally, but lovingly taken apart during one of the multiple transitions of stuff forced upon me during my divorce. It never occurred to me to specify that the loom not be taken apart because, well, nobody takes these looms apart. The reason being that looms like this are nearly impossible to put back together and there is NO instruction manual ever made!
Chuck screwing feet to the center castle |
(Photo of best boyfriend giving up his Saturday morning to work on my crazy dreams) This loom is a Macomber Ad-a-Harness Loom which I purchased at a shockingly low price from my alma-mater, The University of the Arts, right before I got pregnant with my daughter. So it moved from my living room in East Falls, to my parents garage, to a storage locker (I think this was the move when it got taken apart), then moved in pieces to my incredibly dank, moldy basement after I bought my house over two years ago- and there it has sat molding, and rusting in pieces.
The longer it sat like that, the more overwhelming the idea of getting it back together felt, the rustier and moldier it became, more feelings of despair about it, more mold and rust- you get the idea: not a good cycle. Plus, when I was working full-time all last year, I simply didn't have the energy to gear myself up for the project (no longer an issue).
So, the first weekend that Rory was away after loosing my job, I finally bit the bullet and dragged all those moldy loom parts out into the sunlight in my backyard to take stock of just how bad the damage really was. After washing it with the hose and then letting it dry in the sunshine for a few hours, the wood turned out to be far less damaged than I had been thinking. Light sanding and rubbing with wood oil brought it back to life in a few hours. The biggest problem is the rust. I've been slowly working away at the rust on the obscenely many metal parts- most of which either move, will have threads going through them, or both- with rust remover and a steel brush. Would anyone like to come over for a rust-scrubbing party? It's dreadfully dull alone, but I think that with pizza, beer and friends, it could actually be fun! BYO scrub brush and latex gloves.
placing the treadles was a real mind-mess |
While Rory was away on vacation with her father seemed like the perfect time for a big loom project day. I don't think that I expected to get the whole thing put together in one day; but with Chuck's logical, process-oriented mind and my weaving knowledge and memories, we managed to get the whole body of the loom put together by lunch-time! I still have to get the front and back apron canvas attached as well as clean lots more rust and replace a few parts (I'm really serious about that rust-scrubbing party- you really are invited!) but the loom itself is actually together now! I was so happy and relieved that it was finally together that I cried a little. My loom is almost a reality, my sewing machines are all out of storage and in working order (also a long process over the last couple of years), I am making art again and learning to promote my work. Whoa- is this what it really feels like to be myself?!?! If it is, it feels really good and I want it to continue and keep growing. I just need to figure-out a few more sources of revenue and I may actually be able to live like this!
As of this past Monday, Sully is legally our cat. He seems not to mind. Rory was over-joyed with her new pet when she came home from vacation, declaring him exactly the cat that she had always wanted! (huh? 4-yr-olds). I think that she must be the little girl that he has always wanted too because they have pretty much teamed-up together against me these days. Seriously- whose bed is this anyway!?!?! I woke up the other day on about 1/4 of my queen-sized bed- somehow these two snuck into my bed in the wee morning hours and managed to shove me all the way to the far edge. Geez.