for telling us all about the phone app called Waterlogue.
It is my go to for treating boredom, you know the kind, waiting in a doctor's office, or whatever. I try to take shots that I leave on my camera, just to have them to play with later.
This is an old dead flower out in the garden.
And this is the Waterlogue I made from it.
After getting a lot of stuff done this past weekend, Lois and I finally got to tie up the Cranbrook.
For any of you who have struggled with a countermarche loom, do not despair.
We hate that part of it. H.A.T.E.
But we love weaving on the Cranbrook, once we finally get it operational.
So under the loom we go.
Not an easy feat, like I told L, we aren't spring chickens anymore.
She just grumbled.
Anyway, we had the paper with the draft on it. We tied the treadles to the botton lamms where all the x's were, and we tied the treadles to all the upper lamms where the blank spaces were.
And glory be to the HEAVENS, with only one mistake, which we quickly fixed, it was UP and RUNNING.
L is playing with the first rug.....which is hard to see the pattern in when you are sitting at the loom, but from just a little distance, you can see the rosepath design working.
I can't wait to try it.
And we put 30 yards on the loom, enough for a couple of our fave weaving friends to try it out, too.
I am getting ready for a weaving weekend/bootcamp, so it's time to get the house in order. We have a brand new Miele vacuum, which we have sorely needed.
And outside, it truly is spring. Today I rototilled the garden at the studio, and it is just intoxicating to see fresh earth, and no snow in sight.
I love the feeling of things getting done. And while I can't do all the things I want in my "new normal", as long as I can figure out ways to get them done, I'm ok.
I have given up trying to maintain the acre or so of lawn at the studio. I hired my neighbor to take care of it, and what a freaking relief. I resisted that for way too long.
I hired someone on Craigslist, someone who has actually worked for me before, to help me move all the construction debris off the porch. A wise decision.
I still do what I can, and sometimes, I do too much. But I learn, and I adjust, and then I can spend more time doing what I am able to do.
And isn't that all we can do, anyway?