As far as I can tell, the new 15-shaft draft is weaving fine, but I'm overwhelmed by foreboding I wouldn't be surprised if I unconsciously ruin it. So I'm going slowly, but I was exhausted after a few picks and I wove only a quarter of a scarf yesterday afternoon. I'm not even 100% sure if it's Shaft 11 that's having a problem.
Last night Ben brought home the three framed pieces from the framers, and, oh, what a disappointment. We go to Pete, the best guy in town, and he's done one for me with the same fabric recently, as well as half a dozen paintings and posters, but these three had no spacers, the fabric wasn't stretched straight, and in the middle of the silver one was a piece of thread that must have come off when he cut the fabric. The smallest one, I like the best, but the corners of the frame are not square and touch-up puttying messy. I couldn't possibly sell this one. Not good enough.
I'm taking them back today, then going to the gym, then weaving in the afternoon. I've been in a seriously defeatist mode. For one thing, it's been raining and storming all over the North Island and this weather is supposed to come this way, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's a few hours of rain and a bit of wind in Nelson. I might treat myself to a cab ride from town, though, instead of the bus.
I decided to take up the museum's offer and wait until Monday to install. That should give Pete some time to repair the faults. (And no matter what I do, that pic stays looking bad.)