I have created, over the years since I bought this old house, a place that I love beyond measure.
This morning, with the early light making the house glow, I wandered around a bit, taking pictures.
My new sewing machine, a purchase I made after weaving off 112 yards of black warp.
This was my gift to myself.
Sirius radio in the corner, playing my fave channel, #66, Watercolors, a jazz channel.
My sewing room, a place to play.
My AVL, the loom I love the best.
My view, first thing.
My late Aunt Stell's old hall tree.
My study in black and white, the Schacht in the foreground.
I can't believe that just a couple of years ago, I had 17 looms.
Now I realize, with only FOUR looms, that I am happier with less. I am more focused, and less stressed.
It's a tough lesson to learn, that it's not all about the money, that it can't be, if you really want to be fulfilled with what you do.
Not sure what it will be....I might make some clothing out of it.
Giza cotton and hand dyed tencel baby wrap, on its way to London soon.