At the peak of our weaving business we had ten weavers and three sewers. It was win win for all of us. It was a full time job for Jan and me and part time for those who worked with us. We live in an arty little pocket of Ohio. Artists, artisans, and dabblers. I was always proud that we could offer part time work to people who wanted only part time work, for a decent wage and a fun environment. Or, as I used to say, it’s not a sweat shop, we have an air conditioner in the studio.
Waiting for weavers
Angus arrived here in 1999, Fiona in 2000. Calling them people dogs is an understatement. From the first morning, Hi, I’m Angus. Let me escort you into the studio. OK, I’m leaving now, I hear someone else coming in. I’ll be right back with them, you just wait here. Fiona, of course, took her greeter responsibilities equally seriously.
Angus never was a foolish puppy, but Fiona was, and led Angus on many memorable chases through the studio, squeezing through the narrow spaces between our back to back looms, and especially through the tiny triangle formed by 360 warp ends passing from the bottom of the creel over the back beams of the rug loom. If only they could have warped looms and wound bobbins and shuttles.
Waiting for Sue
They had favorites, of course. Angus loved Jeanie, who took him outside on smoke breaks. But both of them adored Sue, and it wasn’t just the biscuits. There were two Siruba sergers, an industrial Singer (it went fast!) and a Consew. Fiona and Angus climbed over each other to sit on Sue’s station. Fortunately Sue wasn’t on piece work.