This weaving project went in stages.  The first stage happened lord knows how long ago - winding the warp.  I sat on that wound warp for years.  I moved with it from Montreal to NYC.  It sat untouched for at least two years, waiting patiently.  Then this July I went to NH, hung out in the old basement of my grandparents house, and dressed the loom, with some welcome intermittent help from my brother in law.  

Then the pedals were acting funny, and I had to wait another few weeks before I could return to the White Mountains of NH and finish the project, after a little assistance from a kind man at Leclerc, and text message conferences with an old friend. 

Finally, in mid-August, the project was woven, and cut off the loom. 

Sometimes things take their own time.