Getting it right, or nearly.

After kayaking yesterday, I was ready to get back to the studio today.
I love to get there early, because the light there in the morning is special.

So I walked around taking some shots.  There are always projects underway.
 I'll get back to this one soon.

Loved the sunlight on one of the window seats where the cats lounge. 

DH said that maybe my recovery would take a year, or more.

Sometimes I think he might be right.

But one thing I do know is this:  the changes are so gradual, that I can't identify them day to day.

But every few weeks, I realize that things have changed.  

A little better, a little more normal.

It's slow, but I'm hoping it's sure.

I believe that my frame of mind has played  a huge role in how I've put this behind me. 

Believing that has kept me focused.

 

 

And I'm back to the loom.  Where I belong.

We have 5 of the 50 done.

Woot.

Here's a little pink and white. (it's actually faded red)

And some blue and white.

 

 While we are busy working inside, Next is having a tense conversation with a little black cat that seems intent on making CAAL his home.

Next wasn't buying it.

They were nose to nose, and you could hear them growling.

 

Love these hemmed blue jean rugs that L just took off the loom.......there are two.

Then she got a little creative, and did an awesome job on this one.

 (Don't tell her, but she's turning into a real, rag rug WEAVER, picking out her own colors and designing on the fly)

I wish I had a lot more of this fabric, but there isn't much left.
It makes such a pretty rug.

But this is my  favorite so far of this batch.  It took the longest, but I do love it.

"Clasped weft."            
  Say that 3 times fast.  Oh, go ahead, you know you want to.

 Ain't life grand?