Crazy as a Loom

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Ta da. Cause I love to say it.

First hard frost in Kingsbury.
Have I told you lately that I love living here?
Well, I do.

If I have learned one thing from my head injury and all that has followed, I have learned that sometimes I have to give in.
Be still.

As you can see, Roy has no problem with that.   I am still taking cues from him.

 Although being still around here means that you will be mauled by one of the residents.

Keeping busy is the best thing for me, but since I can't weave like I used to, I find other things to do, things that are easier on my NECK.
Making some sweet potato lentil soup.

Across the road, the pumpkin field is bare, cleaned up and ready for next year.  See my house in the distance?

A while back, another weaver gifted me with quite a stash of fabric, mostly linens, in a variety of colors.

Not one to waste anything, I have been pondering what to do with them.

So I've started sewing them together, because I think I have a plan for them.
I hope it turns out as well as I'm imagining it will.
I will keep you posted.

For some time, I have been thinking about having a real "sewing room". It's all part of my new and improved weaving studio, which involves me weaving less and enjoying it more.
So L and I moved the Union Custom upstairs, moved another loom into the front room, and I started cleaning.
I had a plan to build a sewing table, but after some investigating decided not to spend the money, and decided to make use of things I already had.  Repurposing so to speak.

I am pretty pleased with it.  I just need a table to put my steam press on.

 It's funny how much more inspired to sew you can be, when the space is comfortable, clean, and there is room to move around.

I still have some tweaking to do, but so far, this is working for me.

I have gotten a lot better about wishing I'd done the past differently.   I have given up worrying about the future.  I find that I am settled where I am, retired from a long life of working, soaking up the joy of doing what I want when I want to, languishing a little in the quiet, no drama life I have here with DH, Roy, 3 felines, and 8 chickens.
Somehow I have come full circle, comfortable in my own skin.
Or, maybe I'm just still 12.


Gayle said...

Every window such a fine view!

Lee said...

Good for you~we all hope we get in that place. I am so happy you have found it!

Anonymous said...

Being in the moment and happy in your own skin is a great way to be. Enjoy! By the way, that soup looks like it was going to be relish! Pets for Mr. Roy.

Vicky said...

Ha! I'm soaking in all your words of wisdom and nodding and agreeing and then you catch me with your last line :) Truly- your words sound restorative- easy- and peace-filled. Is there any better way to be? I think not :)

thotlady said...

Love this post. It made me smile. I wish I was inspired to sew more.

Daryl said...

no matter why, its good to be comfortable in your own skin ...

518Frenchgirl said...

Hilary, Your sewing room looks inspiring, roomy and organized. Your kitty looks so happy to be watching you knit. From your earlier post, I hope you are feeling better than just OK. Maybe the hard frost will improve your ache or the wood stove heat. I like how you spend your days, I'd love to drop by again soon, will call ahead. I think of you often and love your posts. Marilou

Teri said...

I have been away from blogs for awhile, but love to read yours when I get back on the computer. Although I love traveling, I am looking for a small place to just "be'. Glad you hear that you are content where you are.

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