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