I did it again.

L finally got a chance to weave a double binding rug.   She found out that it takes a lot more concentration than just plain weave.

But I think she did an awesome job.

While the house was being painted, one of the workmen, stepped into a hole in the lawn.  It's a miracle he didn't break his leg.
It turned out to be an old dry well, that had been covered with a piece of plywood, long since rotted.
I have mowed over this for 7 years now, and I am amazed that I never fell through it.
Such is my luck.

Old houses are like boxes of cracker jacks, you never know what the prize will be.
This will soon be filled up with crushed stone, and dirt, so that will be a done deal.

OK, OK, now it's confession time.
This is where I stand up and say my name............you KNOW what I mean.

So I rescue looms.  It could be worse, ya know.

L and I decided to put it together on the porch, so we could weave on it out there for the summer.

Next was NO help.

Neither was Nuff.

Two happy, comfy boys, they are.

We got it together in jiff time.  I cleaned it up.  We put a new apron on it.  I tossed all the old heddles, they were beyond saving , and I ordered new ones.

How does she look???

This loom has been sitting unused for 15 years in someone's loft.

It is in pretty great shape.

So now the boys will have company out there on the porch, while we're weaving on the 'new' Union Custom.

Where we will put it in the fall???  When it can't stay outside anymore?

Now THAT'S a good question.