Still here.

For quite a while now, I have suspected that I was headed for a hip replacement.
I have had the MRI, the injections, etcetera.
The upshot is, I don't.
It is "years away", I was told.
Yay....that's ok with me.

The bad news is that I have a problem with my SI joint.........if you look up "Weaver's Bottom", you will see that my ischial tuberosity is unhappy.
I told the doctor that I did not want him to tell me to stop weaving.  He said, " I won't."

Good.  At least we understand each other.

So it's off for another injection, and some physical therapy, and more weaving.  Of course.

Cotton warp, hand dyed silk weft.

I had some cotton I wove a while back.   I finally got inspired to do something with it.

Three kimono jackets.

I love the loose and flowing.

 I love the clean feel of cotton.

And I love them in natural.

It's so much fun pleasing myself.  I hope for someone to come along and like it, I mean I am hoping to make some money from my weaving.
But I still basically please myself.  And that is the "priceless" part.


This morning I made some dill pickles.
But I refuse to can them.
I put mine in the fridge, and I tell anyone that I give them to:  refrigerate.
It's too hot to can, and besides, it sometimes makes the pickles limp.
I hate limp pickles.

My field is coming along well.....it's all cleared, and sometimes I just go out there and sit in my lawn chair and admire it.
Have I mentioned that I have zucchinis as big as my thigh???

I've dried them, I've grated and froze them, I've given them away.
But still this:

I do require that I keep somewhat of a schedule....even if it's just one I've made up.  So I am going back to weave a bit before the evening news.

This hand dyed tencel is waiting for me.

Is life good, or what???