In a funk.

From Crazy as a Loom

You know those days when you can't get out of your own way??? You know the ones. Sometimes it's a day, and sometimes it runs into two, or three. You don't know what ails you, you're not sick. You're kind of tired, and you wander around from one thing to the next, and every time you start something, you think you should probably be somewhere else, doing something else.
Do you have those days?
You dread looking in the mirror, you know it will be scary. You're hungry, and you're not. You think you might be tired, so you take a nap, but when you wake up, you feel worse. You are easily annoyed, and quick to snap a response to any commentary.
I hear this little voice, "Buck up, little camper."
Grrrrrr.
I'll give you 'buck up'.

Then today, grumpy as ever, disjointed, and ever out of sorts, I took my mother to the grocery store, for her weekly shop fest.
I didn't want to go. It was hot today in northeastern New York, 80 and still. I didn't want to do anything. And in fact, I couldn't see much good about anything.
Whoa, bad mood or what???
So we went into Hannaford. She takes off on her little motorized sit down scooter.
Here in these parts, we have Hannaford and Price Chopper. No Winn-Dixie, Krogers, Albertsons, Puff Daddys.........I just threw that last one in.......sorry.
And then it happened.
Leaning on a cart at the end of the aisle, keeping my mother in view......she tends to get anxious if she thinks she is totally alone........I took note of some of my fellow shoppers.
One lady, all of my age,large chested, with a tank top and cleavage to spare.......sporting no bra.
And I thought I was a mess.
OK.
A young woman, also riding a cart, whose children were filling her shopping cart, due to her severe disabilities. Young, a mother, disabled. Coping.
Oh, my.
All through the store, in the produce aisle, in the cookie aisle, in the frozen foods, there were people in lots worse shape........no pun intended.......than I. They were shopping for dinner, they were reading their lists, trying to keep their kids in line.
Suddenly, I was grateful.
For my pain in the butt mother who insisted on buying the brand name baby aspirin for $2 more than the store brand, no matter what my argument was.
For a hot May day with no snow.
For money on my debit card to buy groceries with.
For a pain here and there that tells me I am still alive.
For the option of doing nothing, when I can't concentrate on anything.
Yeah.
It's the difference in perspectives........what's on the loom, what's under the loom?????

From Crazy as a Loom

It's good to look at things from different angles. Don't you think??

I made one of these rugs yesterday. I am torn between how cool I think they are, and what a pain they are to make.

From Crazy as a Loom

Not the usual.
The pieces......called heel strips.....are put in the shed individually, so it is time consuming.
On the last one, I trimmed the edges pretty short, but this time, I said, nah......I don't think I'm going to trim them at all. Got myself quite the little attitude, didn't I?
Anyway, I think I like them better this way. Au naturale.

From Crazy as a Loom

Sometimes, the process you go through isn't pretty, but I am OK with the results.
And isn't that what matters?