This, my first rug, has been on my loom for far too long. But it is finished now, and sitting on my altar table. Eventually it will live on the wall, but for now the simple warmth of a wool rug on a wood table under a glass oil lamp speaks to me of the coziness of the cold season.
I spent a few hours today before rehearsal finishing the last half inch or so. Because a traditional Navajo rug has four selvedges, it means that the last rows must be painstakingly needle woven in, under and over each individual warp thread, until enough are packed in that the end is no less dense than the beginning.