Crazy as a Loom

Monday, August 14, 2017


Just to update, Miss Puss is doing fine on her insulin twice a day.  We've got a routine going on, and it's really not as hard as I expected it to be.

Sydney isn't concerned.

We had a family get together for my middle daughter's birthday.

It was just for lunch, but it was nice to spend time with my three girls.

Somebody loves her aunts.
  And they are smitten with her.

And now we have another for them to dote on.

I love the bunch of them.

On the way home, I spied an osprey nest on the telephone pole.......I wanted a better picture, but didn't want to bother them.

The first tomatoes of the year........heart be still.

So you know what we had for lunch, right?  yum.....nothing quite like it.

Good Compudobby had a bad processor, they are replacing it, upgrading it actually, and sending it back.
I needed to do something different about the placement of the computer, and how it hooks up to the Compudobby, so Lois and I switched the computer from one corner to the used to face the other way.....and the cord was in the way.
We thought, to be honest, that this was going to be a very difficult job, but it went very smoothly.
I don't think that there's much that L and I can't do, if we put our minds to it.
I'm going to turn the loom around, so the cord will be along the wall, and I'm going to put the tower in the cupboard.....I may have to take the door off.

I will be so excited to get the  Compudobby back and get weaving with it.

The bonus is that now I can look out the window from my desk.  Now why didn't I think of that before???

 This is my trumpet vine......I planted it here to hide the propane tanks........and believe it or not there's an arbor under it.   It has gone completely insane.   I hate to cut it back, and I know that I can't move it........decisions, decisions.
I will probably wait until the hummingbirds are done with it, then I will cut it WAY back.

I appreciate all your kind comments, and I'm especially pleased to hear that something I've said here has been encouraging, or in any way made your day better.

One thing that I learned in Al Anon years ago, is that sharing our experience, strength and hope is a powerful connection.

I dreamt that I was flying last night.   My mother, the psychic, always said that when you dreamt of flying, your soul had really left your body, and was flying free.  She said that sometimes you felt it when your soul returned to your body.
I can't predict it, but I dream of flying every now and then.  It's always spectacular, and I'm always disappointed to wake up.
I don't know if my mother was correct in her  evaluation, if indeed your soul leaves your body, or if maybe you are dreaming of a time when your soul did fly free.  It doesn't's an amazing feeling, and if that's what happens when we die, then I'm not afraid for a minute.
If that's what's in store for me, then the adventure awaits.

Sometime I'll tell you more about my psychic mother........she was a trip.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

It just is.

It's been a strange summer in a lot of ways.
I'm exhausted, to be honest.

And I've come to some conclusions, hopefully in my best interest.

People come and people go in your life.  Everyone has their own journey, and it belongs to them.
I'm too wise, too old, and too tired to be bothered by it.

 We get older by the day, and with age come many things, some good, some hard.  Life sometimes
does not turn out in amy way we expected.

There's the SHIT truck................

Then there are beautiful flowers..............

As Sally Field said in "Forrest Gump".........Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

At no time ever, are you so settled into yourself, as when you get older.   For some people, my mother was one, that meant that she settled in to being very rigid.  Because I didn't like that feature about her in later years, I vowed to try very hard NOT to be so rigid.
I try to go with the flow.  And while routine is comfortable, sometimes it is good to push yourself OUT of that box.
It just makes you appreciate what you have more, when you come back to it.

I find that some things that would have bothered me mightily in years past, really don't bother me that much today.  It's all in the perspective, isn't it??
Hard times, pain of any sort, do make one resilient, if they don't actually kill you.

I'm resilient.  I can weather most storms, I think.  I can live and let live, I can let go.
I'm ever thankful to Al Anon for these skills, for being able to see that my path is mine alone, one day at a time, and that I am not responsible for anyone else's decisions.

Every day I decide to be contented with my life, right here, right where I am.  Every day is special in some way, ways that might appear silly to someone else,  But that's ok.

I still have the occasional slamming headache, but it's doable.  Really.  They occur sporadically, maybe once this week, twice next week, not at all the week after.  I am grateful beyond what I can explain, that I do not have them every single day like I did for the first couple of years after my accident.  I can function, I survived, I'm here loving what I do.   And that's priceless.

 My daily life:

I just finished my middle daughter's birthday present, a log cabin quilt, and I am TWO quilts away from my goal to make my three daughters and 6 grandchildren, and DH, quilts of their own, this year. Of course the baby only got a small one when he was born,  so at some point I will make him a bed size one, thank goodness I have a little time.

I must admit it is different for me to have a goal not related to "business", i.e. the weaving studio.   And it feels really good, I have totally enjoyed sewing these quilts.  My purchase of the very expensive Bernina for MYSELF, was a good one.  I have loved using it all year.  It's amazing.

I just sent a baby wrap to Romania, that's a first.   And I'm weaving away with my mechanical dobby, so glad I did not get rid of that whole set up.  Now that I know how suddenly the Compudobby can stop working, for no apparent reason, I will keep all those mechanical dobby parts SAFE.  At the same time, I hope when the Compudobby comes back from California, it doesn't have any issues for a long time.

Hand dyed cotton warp, hand dyed bamboo weft, going to London.

In the meantime, L just finished a Möbius shawl warp.

My next project is going to be some dish/hand towels in a long warp, in a straight draw.  Hopefully, with the Compudobby, I will be able to experiment changing drafts every towel.

So yesterday the sun was shining, today it is gray, and looks like rain.  One day is easy, another not so much.
In the end, I choose to be positive, why would you pay attention to the SHIT truck, when there is such incredible beauty in the world.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Forward, march.

It has been an interesting few weeks.

The thorn in my side.....isn't there always one????? has been my new Compudobby.

It started out to be stressful, taking all the mechanical dobby parts off my loom, putting the Compudobby on and getting it operational.  Then there was a short period of JOY, then it died.

I was understandably upset, disappointed, frustrated.
Eventually, AVL told me to send it back, so I retrieved the box that it came in, which I had thankfully stored in the attic, and shipped it back to California.

I knew, at that point, that it would probably be gone for 3-4 weeks, and I am in the middle of weaving an order.  So with MUCH trepidation, I got out the bag of pieces parts of the mechanical dobby I had taken off.  And NO, I did not think to take pictures of what it looked like with the mechanical dobby installed.  So, by the seat of my pants, which seems to be the way I have lived much of my life, I threw myself into putting it back on the loom.
This was after I took a couple of days to be depressed, miserable, and furious.
Then I calmed down, and took charge.

Amazingly, I got the whole mechanical set up back on the loom, and it works.

I was somewhat shocked at how easily that occurred, and it kind of took the edge off my being totally disgusted with the whole situation.

So I picked up the weaving right where I left it, muttering epithets under my breath, about computers and all that aggravation.

I said I wasn't going to make any pickles this year.  But my garden has been crazily pumping out cucumbers, so many that we can't keep up, even giving some away.  Must be all the rain.

I love them, but you can just eat so many.

So I made a few jars.  I am not processing them, I hate what it does to the pickle.  These are going right in the fridge, and if my kids want some, they can do the same.
Makes it so much easier all around.
And really, how many pickles can you eat????

I've also been dyeing some cotton hemp.
Mixing colors to get what I want.

I  love this whole process.  There's something about it that really moves me.

This was the view from the show we did yesterday.
Heart of the Park, in Long Lake, NY.
The Adirondacks, always stunning.

Three shows in three weeks, with L doing the first one without me.

We did well, and now we need to restock.........more towels, more möbius shawls, more scarves.

This is a shirt I just recently put together, someone asked me if I used a pattern.
I wish I could say yes, that sounds so much smarter, but no, I didn't.
Flew by the seat of my pants once again.

I have, however, gotten my knitting out again, after months of not being interested.

And YES, I do use a pattern, this is the one I'm working on.

And no, my nails aren't yellow from fingernails change colors periodically, depending on what color dye I am using.

I bought myself a gift yesterday at the show........pottery with scenes of the mountains I love.
Sometimes it's good to buy yourself things.

It's been a busy summer, but I won't be sorry when August is over, I am not a fan of heat and humidity.  Give me sweater weather any old day.
I think sometimes, too, the constant struggle to keep the grass mowed, the weeds beat back, and the outside work done takes the fun out of it.
October is so much easier.  Pretty much things have stopped growing at a mad pace.

I am stuck on the premise that you can't live life backward, no matter how much you would like to revisit parts of it.
It can only be lived forward.
And fast forward is what it seems like a lot of the time.

I leave you with a picture of a cat.
What else.
Bubba Lee, apparently she missed me yesterday.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Figuring it out, still.

DH is home.  He spent two long days in the hospital, having every test imaginable.
It wasn't a stroke, which is good news.
Apparently, he suffered his very first seizure, and they really don't know why.
They think it arose from the damaged brain tissue, from the stroke he did have 6 years ago.

He's tired, but otherwise, doing ok.

For me, it was a lesson in not worrying about the future, not trying to live in tomorrow, or what tomorrow might bring.
Because in truth, there is no way to know.

This is Denali, where my son in law and grandson were a few days ago.

Kind of like life, it just is what it is. Beautiful, scary.  Accept it. And move on.

I thank you for all your kind comments and well wishes.

L did GREAT at the Blue Mountain Lake show, and I was very (beyond) pleased.
The reason I wanted to do shows this summer, was to pay off my credit card from the Compudobby purchase.
On that front, well, I guess all's well that ends well.
But honestly, it was a bitch.

It took me four, no five, days to get it operational.
I read the 15 page instructions about three times.
I first took off all the mechanical dobby parts.  Then I installed the new Compudobby.
But then it didn't work.  Of course it didn't.
I kept thinking it had to do with the sensor.  My neighbor, who is brilliant, came over, and said, "no, it's not working because the loom and the computer aren't communicating".

After throwing my hands in the air several times, and feeling completely overwhelmed, I skyped with Bob from AVL.
He was great, and walked me through it.
AND GUESS WHAT????  drum roll..................IT WAS THE FRICKING SENSOR.
Just like I thought.
Which brings me to another subject.  WHY?  WHY do women tend to bow to a man's opinion, EVEN when there is evidence that we might be right???  Why don't we believe in our gut???? When do we get over that???

The relief that I felt when it was working was incredible.  It felt so good.

I got a warp on the loom, and spent hours threading, so I could try it out.

A little green and silver tencel.

I have come to the realization, that things that I used to think were over my head, may not be.
After all.

And FINALLY, it was operational.

I have no idea why I waited so long to do this.
But I know that I should have done it long ago.
After looking at other looms, and thinking that I needed to save to buy a NEW loom with all the bells and whistles, I realize that I now have the perfect loom for me.
 16 harness- enough to do incredible things.
E-lift- heaven, and kind to my aging body.   (why is that so hard to admit??)
Compudobby-the opportunity to be more creative and change patterns with a click, with unlimited repeats.....well, 2200 repeats might as well be unlimited!!!!!

FUN does not begin to describe it.
I wanted to weave all night, but after threading 714 threads,  my neck said, NOPE.
You're done for today.

MY neck rules. RULES.

Lois is working on undulating twill, again.  We both love it.

She has an accomplice.  Sydney stays here supervising much of the day.
The hassock is on wheels, so it is always interesting to see her jump up there.

Life is good, unpredictable, but good.
And there's always tea.
My mother taught me well.

Summer is flying by, soon it will be fall, and that's ok with me.   My favorite time of year.

I leave you with a sleeping youngest grandson.
I only have to look at my grands, to remind me how precious life really is.

My daughter and granddaughter, in Maine.

I get older, and all the angst I have endured in my life, trying to figure life out, seems silly to me now.
It's really all so simple, in the end.

Welcome to my world.

Because every thread counts

Because every thread counts