On our way to Troy this morning, following the "Redneck Racing" car.
My daughter told me that it is "all about the experience".
I guess I don't get Redneck Racing. But that's OK.
We were on a mission to check out this old loom I saw on Craig's list.
It had all its pieces parts, it intrigued me, and the price was right.
Are you surprised that it came home with me???
It needs some serious cleaning, and because we really didn't have any help unloading it, we put it in the barn, sliding it down two large planks.
This week, I will clean it up, oil the moving parts, and get some help to load it back in the truck, drive it around to the front door, and bring it into the studio.
Then it will once again be warped and ready to weave on.
Notice......no treadles. Two beats of the beater bar changes the shed. Maybe when I get it inside, I will do a video of it in action.
Unexpected visit from Gabby, my granddaughter. Here she is with Mr. Spagetti Squash.
I was telling my daughter about my mother, and how she "forgets" to tell me when she has cardiac symptoms, and then when we get her to a doctor, she reveals all, and I feel like a moron.
My daughter said I should talk to my mother about that annoying little habit. I said, "Yeah, right."
I drew this face on, and told my daughter that she might as well go ahead and talk to Mr. Spagetti Squash.
Gabby, Miss Big Ears, was listening, and thought this was hysterical. So she had to hold him. The squash.
I made apple pies today.
My husband yelled at me earlier, when he was backing the truck up to the barn, to unload the loom. He said I was lousy at giving "back up" directions. He jumped out of the truck, held both his arms high in the air, and shouted, "What the hell does this mean?"
Tonight, he said, "This may be the best pie you've ever made."
I said, "Yeah, but I give lousy back up directions."
He said, " That's OK."
And it was delicious, if I do say so myself.
After all, it is all about the experience.