Weaving A Perfect Picture Together
In the tapestry of life, we’re all connected. Each one of us is a gift to those around us helping each other be who we are, weaving a perfect picture together.
Next door to where I work in Spon End is a beautiful old building that stands proud. The Weaver’s house shares so much of it’s history to the people that go through its doors. Twice weekly it plays home to an amazing group of women who have an array of knowledge, skills and talent. It was that that drew me through the door on a warm Monday morning mid-August.
What happens inside the weaver’s house?
I was welcomed by a lovely lady called Peggy. Sitting at a long table with a cup of tea and biscuit I discovered more details about the Weaver’s workshop. After our chat, I was introduced to a lovely lady who goes by the name of Beryl. We meandered our way through the medieval garden to a little room that is home to a supply of materials and equipment that help the ladies to weave their magic. We picked up some small sticks and some wool that had caught my eye before returning back to the main house.
The start of my weaving journey
Within minutes Beryl had helped me to start my weaving with sticks exploration. It was easier than I had imagined and before long I had started to produce my first piece which we swiftly turned into a snail. Chatting with the other ladies about my finished piece one of them reminded me about a poem from my childhood.