Luck and intimidation

Usually DH and I go to breakfast either on Saturday, or Sunday. We went today, and then caught a couple of garage sales early. I had to be at the studio for a student, but we did manage to do three of them.
I looked at this hutch, and then walked away from it. But a couple of hours later, I was wishing I had bought it, so I called home, and said, "Can you go get that for me?"
When he got there, a lady was looking at it, then went to her car, to get her husband. While she was getting a second opinion, my husband bought it.
Whew.
It is very heavy and well put together.......both pieces for $35. Can you beat that???
I am quite pleased with it.
If I were motivated, I could paint it, but I don't think I am.

My student was very intimidated by the whole process of warping a loom. Lots of people are. I tell them all, "this is not rocket science."
I hate it when the teacher scares the student half to death, to prove how much they know, and how smart they are.
I want it to be fun. I want you to love weaving even a smidgen of how much I love it. I want you to be engaged, and enthralled, and excited.
I don't want to intimidate anyone. I want to take the mystery out of it, so more people want to be weavers.
If I can, I want to be responsible for creating more weavers in this world.

Threading the loom takes concentration, and a commitment of time. It is drudge work, and something that you just have to give yourself up to.
But when the warp is beamed on, and you are actually weaving for the first time ever, on a warp you wound, and put on yourself, it is SO worth it.

Once I have set the student to a task, and I am comfortable with their progress, I amuse myself on the nearest loom.

I am not sure what you would call this, I kind of made it up as I went along, but it makes a thick and beautiful rug.
I have a few rolls of this red, so I am using them up.
I love digging through the attic, finding fabric I forgot that I had.
I am sore all over today. I went to the Y every day this week, according to my plan (and my promise to myself).
I swam, I biked, I worked out on the Fit Lynx machines, I walked on the treadmill. Not all in one day! Good Lord!!!
I am trying to make it a part of my life, either in the morning, before I go to the studio, or on the way home, Monday through Friday.
Weekends are open.
I don't want it to feel like something I do on occasion, rather something that is an integral part of my day.
I try not to be intimidated by the younger, thinner, "in shape", women that are working out there. I know I can't undo time, or be someone that I'm not.
But hopefully, I can refrain from going down the cardiac corridor that my parents have walked down.
Maybe it isn't too late.