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Bamboo/Hemp Part Deux

Earlier this summer, I bought some bamboo/hemp yarn (90% bamboo/10% hemp) and had fun weaving. Well, I thought I was going to have fun weaving it, but it turned out to be a bit more problematic than I realized it would be.

Still, I liked the look and feel of the fabric and even the very odd scent which comes from it. It isn't a bad scent, just not the wool, cotton or linen I'm used too. The other interesting thing about the yarn is the easy of weaving. I had a few problems on the first attempt at weaving the fabric primarily due to tension, but this time around everything is running smoothly.

The three colored yarns (orange, sage and cardinal) are all the bamboo/hemp yarn. The white yarn is exclusively bamboo, and by far the softest of the lot. I'm currently in the process of learning how they create yarn from bamboo, but I imagine it takes more work than wool, cotton or linen does.

The first project off this warp was a wrap, about seven feet in length. Once it goes through the wash, it shrinks somewhat, but the fiber becomes softer. I'm intrigued to see how the bamboo relates to the bamboo/hemp mixture.

Weaving is an experiment in old and new. The craft of weaving is quite old, but there are always new fibers and new thoughts to pursue with weaving.


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