Really.

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Now that I have all the pastel jeans cut and sewn, I need an available loom to put the warp on.
So yesterday and today, I have been weaving a warp off my Union Special.
This is my favorite kind of weaving. The official name is Hit n' Miss. I call it haphazard.
Same difference, to coin a phrase I used to say when I was a kid, mostly to annoy people who said that made no sense.
Basically, it is opening a container (or two) of fabric, and having at it.
This is what turns out.



I have wanted to try this two color technique for some time. Today seemed as good a time as any.


This is the end result. My husband said that the "trees" were not even.
Uh, ooookay...........

Here is the old Union Special, that was painted blue when it was brand new. You can see where the blue has been worn off over the years.
Lovingly.
I think weaving in the sun must be as near to heaven as one can get.
But that's just my opinion.
I have been enjoying quiet days alone at the studio. In between orders at the moment, I am amusing myself.
Brings to mind my favorite quote of all........by Thoreau......'If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and lives the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours.'
I think these are the 'common hours'.
Color and more color. Love it.
There are two sets of stairs at the studio. This is the old stairway up to the loft. Built in 1790, every tread has the imprint of many sets of feet. It is usually off limits to the cats, but today, I opened the door, and let them explore.
You would think that they were on safari.
Of course, I bestow human attributes, and voices, and thoughts to all three of them.
It is just what I do.

Last night, we went on a Lake George dinner cruise. I took a TON of pictures, but they will have to wait til tomorrow.
We are planning a garage sale for early tomorrow morning, and there are piles of stuff everywhere. A little pandemonium.
But we had a great time.
You can imagine that with the name Hilary, and a husband named Bill, that we have had our share of comments, and ribbing.
My answer is usually that "we are the real Bill and Hilary".