It was 1972 and a young half Mexican, half Swedish woman was expecting her first child. Her new husband was a carpenter and they lived in a house with two other families right off of Sacramento St. in Oakland, California. They had converted the garage into a wood-shop and the house always smelled of lentils and nag champa. The young woman, Katarina had learned to weave from her grandmother. Now that she was 37 weeks along and on leave from her teaching job, she weaved all day long to keep busy. Late one evening after spending most of the day making the perfect pom-poms, Katarina went into labor and, much to her surprise gave birth to not one, but two little sweet baby boys. The weaving was set aside for the next time she had a quiet moment to herself…and to this day remains unfinished.
…At least maybe that’s what happened. Or maybe two lovers were working on the weaving together and broke up right before they could finish it? Or perhaps there was a dream weaver insomniac that finally learned about melatonin? It’s a thriftstery (thrift + mystery)! This is why I love handmade things and old things–they ignite my imagination and make me think of history, family, roots…Someone asked if I planned to finish it myself–and my answer is no. I love how unfinished it is. Makes it so mysterious. What do you think happened? What’s your story for why the piece was never completed?