OK, that was a little tongue in cheek, but seriously, don't we need a giveaway????
The towels are just about off the loom...........it will happen tomorrow morning if all goes well.
So I think a TOWEL would be a splendid giveaway, don't you??
And all you have to do is be a follower, and comment.
Geesh. Easy Peasy.
I so appreciate all your support, it just makes me sit up and take notice. There's no room in my life for feeling sorry for myself, as much as lately it has occurred to me.
This is no doubt a bump in the road, a slipped stitch, a missed thread.
And it's ok. It already IS. There is not one bit of grumbling that will change it.
I guess I thought I would live out my later years with looms and cats, and long walks with my dog.
I anticipated BORING, but in a beautiful uncomplicated, simplistic way.
But just like someone driving the wrong way on a busy highway, no one really expects it.
Suddenly, it's there.
That's my life. Derailed, as it were.
Headaches, surgeries, recoveries. Then do it all over again.
And maybe again.
I have thought that maybe I could drug myself to the point that I didn't care if I had a cement block on my face, but then I decided that my weaving might not be what I want it to be, so I threw that idea out.
Then I thought maybe I could use MIND CONTROL to get through it. I am still working on that one.
I can't even think about having NO PAIN to begin with. What a concept that would be.
The other side of this is my lack of tolerance for all things ridiculous, you know those things that would normally not even make you blink. I don't have any space in my head for them. I simply go away mentally and emotionally. Can't handle them, don't want to, actually refuse to.
I guess that's my coping mechanism right now.
But I dream of driving away. Is that so bad????
One thing that helps...........mindless weaving........maybe that is why I am so in love with the AVL.........two treadles, no thinking....just the rhythmic cycling of the dobby, throwing the shuttle, and watching the pattern take shape before my eyes. Oh, my head still hurts, but I go to my happy, happy, happy place, and that monster that keeps returning to me like a bad penny just doesn't have so much hold over me.
Could I weave 24/7 perhaps??? Now that's an idea.
I will draw the name for the towel on Monday night, August 19th.