These were the words I uttered to my friend as we were driving along to visit a fibre festival last month. Luckily she didn't intervene when I did the inevitable. I purchased an inkle loom.
I have used an inkle loom before, but it was about thirty years ago. My sister was into spinning and weaving and I was jealous of her loom, so my dad made me a left handed one! Sadly this isn't left handed, but it is another handmade one. It was cheaper than the main supplier that had a stand at the festival and; let's see if I can get the terminology right, it also has a movable heddle which means I can create more sheds. The poor lady at the stand tried to explain this to me but with a thirty year gap in any weaving I didn't have a scooby doo what that meant!
Luckily, I had already purchased an inkle weaving textbook from the same show a few years ago (must have been
I warped (ooh get me!) the loom the simplest way I could and absolutely loved going back into my past weaving again. My tension is terrible - hence the wobbly sides - but despite that I still managed to come up with a usable piece of strapping.
And what I did with the strapping....
was to make my friend who didn't stop me a bag to say thank you! :)