For all you fiber people, you probably are already familiar with the Spinners, Weavers, & Knitters Housecleaning Pages, which you can find here at www.kbbspin.org
It is a great site, a place to sell or trade, or find anything to do with spinning, knitting, or weaving. "A free place to find and sell wool stuff.....and do good deeds, too." Kathleen Bruce has given tons of her own time to keep this site up and running. She had to come up with $200 to keep the site going for another two years. Many subscribers have donated via Paypal, but there are still some expenses left outstanding. I know lots of you enjoy the site, and like me, you would probably miss it if it were gone. So if you can, check it out, her email address is there for anyone to send a couple of dollars to Paypal. If all of us just gave a few, it would be a done deal.
Today was a work day. L and I attacked the Reed Ideal, which has a production wheel on the back. The warp on it has been on it for two years........it holds a lot.
It is quite a performance, if I must say.
First, I have to use two spool racks, side by side.
Then I run the threads through an old wooden clothes rack, to put some tension on them.
Do not look for this in a book. You won't find it.
This is what my husband calls 'nicky hokey'. Read more about that term here.
L insisted on doing the winding. Yeah, like she had to twist my arm. Her reasoning was that she didn't want to be responsible for the threads. Well, I get that, but I just hope her shoulder isn't frozen up solid by morning. We're only half done.
For you weavers who want to know, or for anyone who just wonders if there is any sense to this at all......
we will put new spools on for each of the six sections. There were 48 threads per sections, so 48 spools, x6, total cost, almost $1000.
Whoever put this contraption on the back of this loom sure did a good job. I've never seen another loom like it.
We ended up putting left over spools on the rods with the new ones, just to keep them from sliding around.
So we got three of the six sections done, and set it all up for the fourth. L had to leave, but I said "just give it a couple of turns", and she did, and we realized that we had inadvertently turned the big spool rack around, and half the spools ended up on the floor.
So before I left, I figured that I would try to take them off, turn the rack around, and get them on right, without unthreading all we had done.
My friend Alice came along, and after watching me struggling for awhile,picked up my camera.
Yup, I'm a happy camper, folks!
I will put pictures of the completed job on when we get it finished. It might not be tomorrow.
I got plans.
When I listen to my grown daughters kvetch about the stresses of working and bringing up children, it takes me back.
I don't minimize their complaints, or their concerns. I know too well how real it is. You run from the job to the school to the store to the sports event to the play to the gym to ...........well, you get the idea.
Sometimes you do it alone, for one reason or another.
I pretty much always did it alone.
I worked two jobs, one full time, and one part time, for 18 of my 30 year nursing career. I was a little like a squirrel, running, scrambling, packing in nuts for the winter.
There were times when I was consumed.
I was always broke beyond belief, in debt beyond belief. At one point, I had $20,000 in credit card debt.
There didn't seem to be any light on the horizon.
I remember one time, being so desolate, I sat down with a notebook, and wrote down short term goals, and long term goals.
I had many short term, and two long term.
The long term were simple. Get my three daughters through college, no matter what it took. Pay for my house, so the bank would never say that it was theirs.
While I struggled with the short term day to day, I kept the candle burning for those long term goals.
It wasn't that long ago, but here I am. Some years have passed. All three of my daughters have degrees and good jobs, and families. The credit cards are gone, the house I worried about losing was paid off, sold, and the money used to buy the studio that now nourishes my soul.
My only regret is this.
I should have ditched the second job. I should have told my kids, you can't have those $100 sneakers, you have to get a used bike, not a new one. I should have learned to live with less, and taught them to do it. I should not have tried to keep up with the families who had two paychecks. I could have spent less money on my kids, and spent more time with them. We could have been happy without new carpet, or a new couch, or any of the list of things we purchased over those tough years. We could have had Christmases that didn't leave me sick over credit card debt for months afterwards. We could have.
I could have.
They would have been just as happy, maybe happier, having me home more, and less on the run.
I would have been happier, being home, with them, not jumping through hoops making money.
There is nothing now that I can do to change that picture. It is what it is.
All I can really do is tell them how I feel.
Do with less. Have less. Let enough be enough.
Soak this time up with your children while you can.
So soon, they will be chasing their own dreams, while you wonder why you made the choices that you did.
And you can't go back.
That's just the way it is.