Time to pick the apples.
We go in the week, because to go on the weekend around here is insanity.
What with the corn maze, the apple picking, and the CIDER DONUTS, the cars are lined up forever on the back roads.
So we go on a Tuesday morning, early.
Luckily my husband is quite tall, which allowed me to take pictures, and give direction.
Which we all know he needs.
He's a man, right?
The apples are spectacular though, right off the tree. Perfect.
Here it is. The lavender and light green rug with just a touch of purple. Done, finished. A wrap.
That's the inspector, looking it over.
You can click on any picture to make it larger.........this is a close up of the rug. I wove it with my rolling stool, since my arms do not reach across 4 ft of the width of the rug. I roll myself back and forth on a stool I bought on Ebay........thanks to the suggestion of my good friend, Chris Gustin, who sells rugs on her web site here .
You all heard about the latest cat to land at the Wayward cat hotel.........let me tell you, the story does not end with me picking them up at the vet, and paying the bill.
No.........we have to all "get along"....and that does not come easy.
Sydney spent a couple of days isolated, and then we went for the gold.
She has been doing pretty well......ignoring the other three for the most part.
Here is Jinx. I had just tied the loom up after taking the lavender rug off, and Sydney jumped up to try it out as a napping spot.
Soon Jinx appeared.
Can you imagine this conversation???
Uh, hi...........uh, do you want to hang out, or something?
C'mon, it'll be really fun. I'm fun, can't ya' tell?
Hmm........maybe she is asleep. Maybe I'll just wait here for a bit......
I'm not doing nothin'......I'm not! I'm just layin' here.
Fine then, I'll just wash up while I'm waiting.
I'm just stretching.....I didn't touch her. Honest. I didn't.
Lately, it's just me and the cats at the studio, with a little Sirius radio. I am another Coffee House fan. So their interaction is the only show in town.
Or maybe I am just easily amused in my retirement.
It could be either, but I guess it doesn't matter, cause I am having fun.
If I won the lottery, I would still want to go to Crazy as a Loom to weave.
How CRAZY is that.