A few weeks ago, my son and I were out for a walk, chatting about this and that, when he announced with great fanfare that he had a plan for a Real Business. (I think our entrepreneurial lifestyle might be rubbing off on him.)
"The name of my business," he said importantly, "is Stupid Ideas."
"So how does it work?" I asked.
"I've figured it all out", he said. "People pay me money, and I tell them a Stupid Idea. That will help them a lot, because they will know an important thing not to do, and they will be safer."
"Intriguing," said I.
"And I've got my first idea already," he said. "Skipping with swords."
Sadly, despite my support and encouragement, he neglected to compile a definitive list for my own edification, which might explain this:
Sticky mohair boucle as warp. The shed has to be manually pried apart, thread by thread for every. single. pass.
The worst part is, it's really pretty, which makes it difficult to justify hacking the thing off the loom. At this rate, it could take weeks to finish (though avoidance may be playing a wee role there) and I had great plans for some light and lovely silk wraps to take to the summer market.