Happy Halloween! Let’s have a (sort of, but not really) scary Spinning in Cowgirl Boots tale.
There you have it. Your life in yarn. Maybe I could pick up the trick of controlling mortal fates with my handspun, like The Three Fates in Greek myth. Sure would be a handy way to bump off a few of the more annoying people we have around here!
On a side note, you would think there would be TONS of artist renditions of that blood-drenched loom from Darraðarljóð, the skaldic poem in the Njal’s Saga. Nope. Not that I could find. I guess we are stuck using our imaginations.
Viking Age weavers used upright, warp-weight looms like this one:
So we have to picture something like that with human heads dangling along the bottom, strung with intestines, using arrows and swords to make the tapestry. Now if I could do that… no one would mess with me. Ever. Or they would hunt me down and lock me up in a very small room for the rest of my life.