The kids are gone, it is finally quiet. I am ashamed to say that I just had an argument with my 86 year old mother.
My oldest daughter took her to the Salvation Army today, and it seems that the pastor did a bit of "Catholic bashing", which my daughter did NOT appreciate. So much did she NOT appreciate it, that she said she would not go again, ever.
The only reason I dodged the bullet today was the fact that I had three kids in tow.
Can you even imagine?
My mother is super upset.
And dopey me, tried to make her understand my daughter's point of view, and ultimately I made it worse.
Not a good idea to debate with your ever rigid, very English, 86 year old mother, who very obviously has had some mental changes, and who is depressed to boot. Not a good idea at all.
The day didn't start off badly.
The kids were having a blast playing outside, and the snow had finally melted enough for them to run around the labyrinth.
I amused myself upstairs, where I could see them from the window.
First, I tied on the new warp, to the old one.
For those of you who want to know, I do this a lot. I do it as much as I can get away with. It is so much quicker than threading the heddles and the reed.
Of course, I had company. Miss Puss, for all her bitchiness, loves me.
When the warp is ready, I feel like I should be yelling............TOUCHDOWN. Or something.
It is a rush, every time.
And if you wondered what I was going to do with this hot pink warp, here is my first shawl. Is it too much???
Sydney says: Don't be upset. This too shall pass.
Sydney talks a lot.