Plugging along.

Two posts in two days.  Whoa.

I guess I should confess.   I have been worried all week.  My head has been slamming......8 days in a row....who's counting, right?
I am hoping that it is the horrible weather in the northeast, but of course, the worry is that the bone is growing again, between the rods in my head, and pressing on my brain.
I suppose I could have an MRI, but to be honest, if it doesn't let up after a few weeks, the MRI will be just a formality.
I can't even think about it.
So mostly, I don't.

But it may have something to do with why I struggle with what to say.

Took the baby blankets off the loom yesterday, hemmed and washed them......this is my favorite.  It belongs to baby Dale.

 

So today, I pulled my stool up close to the loom, and started rethreading for my next project.

 

 

When the beater bar and the breast beam are removed, I can pull my stool right up close, the work  is right in front of me, so it doesn't bother my neck.

I got over half of it done, and left the rest for tomorrow.

Took time for a small snack.

I am happy with my decision to not totally renovate the kitchen.

I like the "vintage" look that it has.

Those prints over the stove are particularly sentimental to me.

 

My old cupboard is also very dear to me.

 

 Not messing with the old windows was also very important.  I love the wavy glass.  I love that they have been where they are for 200 years plus.

So now, just waiting for the new countertop to arrive.

On top of having a slammer, I also have acquired a lovely head cold to go along with it.
So when I had enough of threading, I went to the grocery store, and then came home and made some wild rice soup.

 

It was very easy, found a great recipe online.

And had I gone to the doctor, I am sure that it would be exactly what he ordered.