In a few short hours, I will no longer be the owner of a loom.
I posted it for sale a few weeks ago and this morning someone drove up here with a production weaver friend to check it out; she's buying the loom and all my weaving equipment for about what I paid for it over the years. The two of them have gone off to have lunch while we wait for MHH to come home for lunch to help us get it in their van.
It's time; I haven't done any weaving since Barak was four months old, and even that was weaving off a warp that had been on there since before I got married. I haven't done a thing with it since then--it's just been sitting there naked and lonely, taking up about a quarter of the space in the back bedroom.
I'm a little bit sad about this, but not terribly; it will be nice to have the space, the money will come in handy, and like I said I really wasn't using it. And we wouldn't exactly be taking it along on aliya, either, so it was going to have to go sooner or later. And as MHH said last night, of all my fibery pursuits, I do like weaving the least; I enjoy it, but not in the same way that I enjoy spinning and knitting. Weaving is cool, it's fun, but it takes a lot of brainpower and a lot of time and space, and those aren't things I have surpluses of at the moment.
And it's going to a good home--the woman buying it is obviously giddy with excitement, and is about to start a graduate degree in textiles. So, good for everybody.
It doesn't mean I won't be sniffling just a little as it drives away, though.