Ladies Who Lunch

Saturday a few of us from Tapestry Weavers South met at Yadkin Valley Fiber Room.

It was great to see Holly, Betty, Leslie and Linda and talk tapestry for a few hours.

Betty shared this tapestry inspired by a photo she took years ago.

Betty shared how she weaves from the back and used a weft interlock technique.

Linda shares her piece. Holly's pieces and the design for her next tapestry is in the foreground.

I love Leslie's branch weaving.

After a delicious lunch on the porch, I headed to Sparta to the Blue Ridge Fiber Fest.  It was a muddy, damp trek but still worth it.  

I am trying to decide on colors for the next tapestry.  What do you think?

Blues

Golds and orange

But Why?

For the past month or so, I have not been able to shake a recurring thought... weave a small tapestry of Donald Trump.  But why you ask?  I am no Trump fan, in fact I have an almost visceral reaction to hearing his name spoken.  Tapestry weaving is slow and meditative, the perfect medium for working through strong feelings.

Hubris in progress

I usually avoid the blatantly political rantings of facebook and do not want the blog to devolve into that dark water.  This is about using this weaving exercise to examine my thoughts about our president.  I finally puzzled it out...it is not about him.

It is about me and you, this is our ugly underbelly.   That is great word, underbelly.  I am not likely to expose my deathly white belly, stretchmarks and all to the world.  We like to think of ourselves a certain way and represent ourselves accordingly.  Our current president, exposes the angels of our lesser nature.  For sure, not angels but simply the human capacity for self involvement, divisiveness and cruelty.

Trump provides us the opportunity to confront our own blindspots and eliminate them, individually and as Americans.   As Abraham Lincoln said in his first inaugural address in 1861

“We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”

As divided as we are now we will come back together.  Perhaps more aware of our weaknesses. 

When my boss asked what I was weaving and I told her a caricature of Trump, she said "who would want it?"  A good question, certainly not me.

To protect yourself, immediately make a meaningful contribution to Planned Parenthood.  It is the only way to ensure I do not send Hubris to you for prominent and and painful display in your home!  

Hubris