Two Steps Backwards

Sometimes, ripping back is the better part of valor:



This is about 2" woven. I originally planned to do a 5" border of plain color around a central field.

Within an inch, I knew I could not weave so much plain color, unrelieved of pattern. Too *quiet* for me (there were several other word choices I could have used in place of quiet, suffice it to say, quiet is the least likely to offend). Too *zen* would be another way to put it, and me? not a zen person. I'm more the horror vacuui type. I plotted.

I like this silk bag:



So I did a quick sketch, approximating the colors of the rug:



It looked OK, so I forged on. Beware of forging. Sometimes *sleeping on it* is a better choice.

Bleah. I did not like it. I added some red (better) but still, not what I wanted in this rug. I slept on it (so to speak).

Today I took out 4 rows. That is 4 times 223 knots. I do not want to do the math. I am sure this is all worth it, and that I will like the finished rug better, and that the pain of ripping will subside:



Now we will move forward, this time with a series of borders. I spent some of my supposed sleeping time last night calculating, thinking numbers, fitting designs into the space allotted. I'm sure many of you do the same: counting picks, or warp ends, or stitches, instead of sheep.

On a much brighter note, I received these beads from Gayle:



She made them for me, thinking these were just my colors. And they are! Do they match this rug, or what??



Thanks Gayle!

Now, me? Back to work: