How old???

I want to thank you all for visiting. I enjoy your comments more than I can tell you. Reading them at the end of the day is a comfort.
I love that you love my big old house, and what I do there with all my all my crazy stacks of fabric, and multiple looms.
And yes, I listen to Sirius most of the time, the Coffee House is my favorite. And if I am near the computer I play the playlist that you see here on my blog, and now that I am an I Touch geek, I listen to Pandora free internet on occasion.
But some days, I listen to the quiet.
And I love the sound of it.

From Crazy as a Loom

Remember my mojo. Well, it screwed up.
That lovely rug in my last post.
Today ,while I was weaving an off white/white 4x6 rug, in ombred tones, I had one of those 'aha' moments. It was just about done, and I was measuring it, and with amazing clarity, I knew that the rug I had finished yesterday, the one in the box by the door waiting to be shipped, was too short.
In my mind, I could see myself making that last measurement on it just a day ago, and I knew it was wrong.
I finished the white rug.
Then I went and I cut the box open, laid the other rug out, and measured it again.
Too short.
I didn't allow for take up.
Too *#$@%%%$&* short.
OK then.

So I took a deep breath, and started getting the loom ready for Monday morning, and I will weave it all over again.

*##__(&^&^^$##@ mojo, anyway.

From Crazy as a Loom

Tonight, my husband took me to dinner, to celebrate the LAST day of this 62nd year of my life. We went to Amigo's, my favorite Mexican restaurant, about a half hour away.
I would have taken lovely pictures of the delish spinach and cheese enchilada I had, but the battery in my camera decided (again) that today was its day off.
This week I WILL buy myself an extra battery. You can bet on it.

We had to sit at the bar, the place was so packed. But it was very comfy, and there were candles on the gleaming wood bar, and it seemed easier to talk sitting so close side by side, and not across the table from each other. I kind of liked it.
I said to Bill (DH), "God, I am older than dirt........how old is dirt, anyway???"
And without missing a beat, he looked sweetly at me, and said, "64".
Gotta love that man.

Tomorrow, it's time to party! 63 years young, and not older than dirt.
Hallelujah.