Crazy as a Loom

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Checking in.

When I was at Convergence, I got to  see a Cold Mangle in action, at the Vavstuga booth.
It was very impressive, but since I don't have one, and  this one was a gift from my cousin, I am now the proud owner of an antique mangle.  And it gets HOT.  I am going to use it to press my woven towels and such, if I can figure it out.
I think it has some issues, but hopefully we can work them out.

For some reason, it appeals to me.

Every now and again, as if my daily headache weren' t enough, I get the jagged light in my right eye, which has always been the "aura" I have experienced when getting a major migraine.
It happened yesterday, so I took some Motrin, and headed upstairs to lie down.

You don't see much of Kizzy, my manx kitty.  He isn't exactly sociable.

But if you lie down anywhere at the studio, Kizzy is quick to join you.

He is a handsome boy.  And he has a sweet disposition, with everyone.

He likes to push on me with his feet.  It did not keep me awake.
I am not by nature a napper, unless it's for a migraine.
Then I am.
Kizzy stayed with me for the whole time.

L and I did some serious cleaning and organizing this week.
Look what we found.

I couldn't wait for my treadles to come, so I sent DH to Lowe's.
Until my "real" treadles come, these work just fine.

And I am loving this band loom.
Do I need another addiction, really?????

This is too much fun.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Black B................?

Having MY head is a lesson in "one day at a time".
Never knowing what tomorrow will be like teaches me to savor today, some days more than others.

Some friends and I made the trip to Providence, RI, to "Convergence", HGA's International Fiber Conference.  It is a week long collection of exhibits and classes, with a huge vendor hall.  It happens every two years, and is hosted in a different city every time.
It is the first time I have been.  I didn't sign up for classes, not knowing if my head would make that an enjoyable or painful venture.  Luckily, L and I and friends were up for a day trip.

I didn't take pictures, too busy looking at everything.  I will say, however, that I was disappointed.   I expected "grand".   There were several vendors that I enjoyed meeting, and talking to.  There were some lovely yarns and looms, but it paled even in comparison to the yearly Rhinebeck Sheep Show in Rhinebeck, NY.  And it shouldn't have.
So I'm glad I went, but doubt that I would travel any further than that to go again.

I did treat myself to a Glimakra band loom, but when I got it home and put it together, it was missing some parts, most importantly, the treadles.  
More disappointment, I'm afraid.

I have been enjoying my little garden at the has amazed me so far with its bounty.

I complained last year that I didn't have any zucchini.
That WON'T be the case this year.

And cucumbers, oh my.   I never expected this.

But why, why, why did I plant so many summer squash.

I made some pickles already.  Trying out some different recipes.

On the chicken front, there is some big news.  Remember I told you about Black Betty, the bossy b****, who seemed to be in charge????  Well, the other morning, while I was feeding them, I heard this awful sound, and thought it was an animal trying to get in the chicken run.  It was
and then again.
I went outside, and there was the culprit.  Black Betty BART, learning how to crow.
How did I miss that comb growing on the top of HIS head?

Ay yi yi yi yi.

So, the sweet sign made for me by a lovely lady, Elly, is not entirely  'accurate'.
But it's perfect, all the same.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Keeping busy

I have to keep helps.

So every day I do what I can. 

 This rug was woven by L.....and I love the way it turned out.
I think she had some help choosing the colors, just sayin.

Here it is on the floor.

I finished a couple of rugs, one I had started earlier in the week.  This one is denim and flannel.

And this one is all jeans, but colored ones.

I was telling my daughter today, that just a couple of years ago, I was totally immersed in my business.  Making Crazy as a Loom successful.  Making it bigger, better.  Putting all of my energy into it.
Then I hit my head, and you know the rest of the story.

Today my priorities have changed.   I love my studio, it is a very special place.  I still love to weave.
But perspective is an incredible thing.
A few days of a TEN headache, makes me so appreciate an 8.

I am grateful for knowing what I know today. Knowing what matters most.
 It wasn't easy getting here.

But I'm here.

Friday, July 11, 2014

And the beat goes on.....

I apologize for my slack/lack of blog posts lately.

It seems that life has a way, sometimes, of pushing you this way and that.  Sometimes, you can resist, and sometimes, not.

You know I try to keep it real, so to let you think that everything is hunky dory, would be dishonest of me.
Life is full of trials and tribulations.  Surprises.  Beginnings, endings, twists in the road.

Today is day 8 of a smashing, miserable headache.  I have had a couple of awesome months, with headaches that stayed in the 2-4 zone.  Oh, occasionally they would ramp up, but for just a day, and I could handle that.
This time, not so much.  I have kayaked and woven rugs, and persisted, but to do that, when your head is an 8-9, well, let's just say it is exhausting.
Nothing helps.  No medication.  No rest.  No heat.  NADA. Nothing.

And of course the voice whispers softly about what it "might" mean.
I pray for weather to be the cause.  But I have my doubts.

To say that I am tired of all this "headiness" would be an understatement.

Watching baby Dale was a challenge with this head, but I had my two grand girls, 9 and 10, and they were so helpful.

I needed some help, cause this girl was on the move.

Scrabble, anyone???   With her yoga toes.

And yes, I am thinking maybe it is time for an MRI, to see what is going on in my head, if anything.
I really hope there is nothing in there.
Nothing that doesn't belong in there.

Yesterday, Lois and I wove this.    I think that it actually took my mind off the pain.   And it is no worse, or better, if I sit still, or I do something.
It just depends on whether I can push myself to get beyond it.  Sometimes I can, and sometimes I just can't.

Here it is from the other end.
58"x 94"........a good day's work, I'd say.

Right now, I am concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.
Being grateful for those I love, and who love me.
Making a conscious decision not to trouble trouble, until it troubles me.
Hoping for the strength to do whatever comes my way.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Paddling the river.

Could you ask for better weather???  I don't think so.
Out on the water today, with a motley crew.  

 I loved the American flag, strung out over the river.

Can't get as close as I would like, but this isn't bad.  He's a handsome one.

I've had a nasty headache for two days, but I've been determined not to let it slow me down too much.

Of course, there's always the worry, that it has come back to stay.
I can't go there.

 So I keep trudging on, one foot in front of the other, one day at a time, counting my blessings,
every single one.

Family is #1 on my list of things to be thankful for.

And I am, every single day.

As we were paddling down the river, I turned to my grandson, to take his picture.  I got less than an exuberant response.
Nothing I said was working.
Finally, I said to him, " Bulletin:  Mean boy paddles the Schroon River."

That worked.

Being with the people you love, that love you, that's all that really matters.
Headache be damned.

Friday, July 4, 2014

This and That.

Miss Puss has taken over "the box".
Ever since we took it off the counter, and put it by the window, she has assumed ownership.

This has been a busy week.

Stalking grandkids on their way to and from the neighborhood ice cream shop.

How could anyone so small keep me SO BUSY.

Do you see the loopers???  She is enthralled.  Loopers just appeal to kids of all ages.

I had some help this week.

And I will take any help I can get.

Back at the studio, I have decided, after much thought, to downsize a bit.  I have 11 looms, which is the least amount of looms I have owned in years, but still too many.
So I am putting my Macomber loom up for sale, 32" wide, 4 harness.
It is a lovely loom, and I have spent many happy hours weaving on it, but I just can't weave on eleven looms.  It isn't possible.
And when I realized how long it had been since I had woven on this one, it seemed to make sense to move it along.

Other than that, I am reading "The Book Thief", planning my next kayaking trip,
and reflecting on the curiousness of life in general.

Some words I like.

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Do not despair if the answers don’t come immediately. Some answers are only revealed with the passage of time.
Try to love the questions themselves. Do not look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926).

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Saturday musings.

The spoiled cats at the studio have three window seats, one square, and two oval.  
First off, let me say that I do not take full responsibility for how spoiled ROTTEN they are.
One Miss L has had a lot to do with that, no matter how much she vehemently denies that she even LIKES them.
Anyway......they love their window seats, but they get nasty and covered with cat hair.  Cleaning them is nearly impossible.  So I went online to see if I could buy replacement covers.
I bought one for the square seat, $14.95, on Ebay.
But no oval ones.  NONE. 
So I went to Joann's Fabric Store, with my 40% coupon in hand, bought a yard of sherpa for $6.95, 
brought it home, cut the old one apart to make a pattern, and then I made two of that yard.
And I am very happy with them.
Next 40% coupon I get, I am going to buy another yard, and keep it ON HAND.

Lois is making paper birch rugs from our new stash of loopers.

These make the best bath mats ever.   These are 32"x 52", and maybe after these we will make some smaller ones.

Getting ready to live at the studio next spring, I am getting all sorts of things done over there.
So last night, after dinner, I met the man from AFSCO fencing.  My plan is to fence in the side yard for my boy Roy, and of course, any future dogs.  I will never be without a dog in my life.  It just doesn't feel right.
But being that the studio is on a state highway, safety is the number one priority.

While I was waiting for him to come, I was wandering around outside, and found this behind the barn.  It came from a florist friend who was going out of business, and it has been languishing for at least 6 years, until now, when it has a brand new purpose in life.

Oh, my how I love to repurpose things.
It was not in the chicken run for 50 seconds, before these two were up on it.

My chair is a popular hang out, too.  Of course it is.
I love sitting out there with them, they are somehow so calming.
Yes, I have clicked with my chicks.
But how do you name them, when you can't tell them apart??
 There are 5 of the yellow, buff orpingtons or buff rocks, who knows.
There are 3 of the Rhode Island Reds, and 3 of the Araucanas.
Then there is the barred rock, Vicky.
And the black Jersey Giant, Black Betty.

Life is simpler here.  I long for this place.
I think it is where I am meant to be.

Welcome to my world.

Because every thread counts

Because every thread counts