Crazy as a Loom

Sunday, August 3, 2014

And then there were NINE.

Vacation's over.
Sigh.

Back to my everyday life.   And right now, my everyday life is about Change.


My friend's husband lost all but one of his chickens, to a pack of raccoons.  He immediately ordered the "automatic chicken door" just like the one that I have.


And today, I gifted him with FOUR of my girls.  He was very pleased.  And while the chickens were all aflutter, it was good for them, and for me.  TWELVE chickens and a rooster was a bit over the top for the square footage I have.  Sometimes change is good.

And one of my favorite sayings is coming back to haunt me: Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should.

I wanted "hobby chickens", eggs for myself, not a chicken farm.

And in that spirit of downsizing, here is some more news.



As of August 15th, I will no longer have the Hip to Be Square looper loom for sale, or the loopers.
But you will be able to order them from Homestead Weaver.  Chris Gustin, and her son Andrew, will be happy to help you, and they will have the looper looms, and the loopers.  Contact information is on her web site.
It was fun.  I loved creating the product, figuring out all the things I needed to do.  I was always intrigued by the bright colors, and the possibilities.
But I have realized, that the "hobby" weaving business I started out with, is actually the one I want.
And recycling socks is not part of that picture.
My new normal, wants what I had when I bought the studio......a simple, joyful place to weave.
Period.
If people want to buy what I weave, FANTASTIC.  It pays the heat bill.
But I don't want to market, I don't want to be a RETAILER, a WHOLESALER. 
Nope, not for me.  Not at this time in my life.

I have said it before, but it bears repeating.
Some life events get you to take notice, to do your own inventory.  Mine came in the form of a HUGE ROCK, a CRACK on the head, and all that followed.

I want peace, quiet, serenity.   I do not want that feeling of being driven, I do not want drama, and I do not want stress.

So, I am in the process.......back to the future, you could say.......because I know what I want in my future, and it isn't crazy 24/7 business.




While I was sitting on the lake in Maine, I took some selfies.
When the hell did I get WHITE hair????



And when the hell did I get so OLD????


Ay yi yi.

But can I just tell you how grateful I am???   to be this old, and have the chance to sit by a lake in Maine???  admiring my own white hair???   Can I tell you.......again.........how thankful I am, headache or not, for this life of mine?

Oh, yeah.


8 comments:

Hartwood Roses said...

The white hair and the oldness sneaks up on you when you aren't looking. It happens to only the best and most special people. :)

Dizzy-Dick said...

Congratulations on being alive. All we really have is "right now". Anything more is always in question. My doc tells me that my form of leukemia will kill me in a few years, but I have already lived for more than ten years longer than my Dad did.

Karen Ann said...

You rock the look, my friend. That's not a kiss up, it's the truth. Oh, to be free of the damned hair dye process and constant root cover up. YUCK.

Your plan is a great one, good for you. And I am so eager for the day you move into your farm house, I just know it will be a relief and a joy.

I lost two chickens to a coyote two weeks ago... they were free roaming and were snatched away while I was in the house. :-( Hate when that happens. As for your flock, small manageable numbers are always wise.. a crowded coop isn't good for the chicks or the clean up.

Daryl said...

its silver and you are not old .. sheesh

Thistle Rose Weaving said...

Nah, your hair is platinum blonde not silver and certainly not white. Like the downsizing thoughts, let the things that you don't need cluttering up your life go.

MarthaVA said...

Your hair is gorgeous, and you're NOT old. Old is all wrinkly and 90. You're still very young. :-) Because if you're old, so am I! lol

I wish the headache from hell would leave you the hell alone!

I love Maine. My family was all born there, all except me. I'm a New Yorker, born and raised. My heart is in Maine, and I don't get to go back there, so thank you for sharing your vacation with me.

I love the idea of you going back to your original idea for your business. I currently am buying wholesale, selling retail, but missing the "artistic" part of what I really wanted to do with my business and life, so I'm working toward that also.

You're my inspiration. Hang tough!

Martha

Susan said...

Yes, being alive, having a loving family and friends - what more can we ask? I don't blame you one bit for getting out of the retail business. At this point in our lives, we should be shedding, not gaining. Don't know that I will be able to get up there before the 15th, so I'll bookmark Homestead Weaver.

thotlady said...

You look great. Maine is beautiful. My husband and I want chickens so badly. Maybe some day.

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