Stars twinkle

Yup, they do.  Stars twinkle, and aircrafts blink.  This was my aha moment tonight in the hot tub, with the wind blowing hard.   Venus was bright, and I saw at least 9 planes flying in different directions while I was out there.   The wind chimes were making crazy noise, and I found myself wondering  about one of them, the biggest one, that I bought because I liked the way it looked, it was made from all kinds of strange things.  Trouble is, it sounds terrible.

See the oil can in the middle???

I guess I need to find a home for it further away from the house.

My venture with baby wraps has come to an end.
It was interesting, and lucrative, but I'm pretty much done.
I might make one here or there, but I have other things to do.

For one thing, I was cyber bullied by a bunch of women who decided that the word "crazy" in my business name, was OFFENSIVE, and ableist.
Yeah, I had to look that one up, too.
They tried to pressure me to change the name, because it might be hurtful to people with mental illness.
I said that it means "passionate" in this instance.  In my opinion, intent is everything.

They were pretty nasty, and gave me a whole new perspective on the baby wrap world.
Of course, there are a lot of women in that world, that are very nice, and very supportive.
But the whole thing gave me a pretty bad feeling.
I got off ALL baby wrap groups on FB, and that is that.  The writing was on the wall, so to speak.


So the other night, in my studio, with the dark falling outside, and fireplace steadily heating up the space, I did some inventory.

Not real inventory......we did that last month.

But an inventory of what I wanted to accomplish there, and how to keep my serenity doing it.
Baby wraps are not on the list.
Custom is not on the list.

L and I have a good thing here.  We are different in a lot of ways, and very much alike in some.  We both like no drama, quiet, great lunches  of homemade soup, salad, and bread.........we love to weave, sometimes we talk, we listen to NPR, sometimes we don't talk at all.  We warp looms, we plan projects.  We get a lot of work done, but it doesn't feel like work.  It's our retirement gig.  We each make our own hours.   That's how we roll.

It's comfortable, peaceful, quite lovely actually.

These are L's towels.

It's funny how over the years, I keep coming back to the same thing.

Weaving what makes me happy.

Why do I keep making it so hard???

I jokingly said that this was heaven.
But it's no joke.

It's everything I ever wanted.

A studio of my own.  A place to just let my muse have her way.

I have the perfect line up of looms, no more, no less.

I lay awake at night thinking about what I want to weave next.
Life is simple, just the way I like it.
The most exciting thing that happened today, is that 11 out of my 12 hens produced an egg.


So it's winter in northeast NY, and we're weaving towels and scarves, stocking up the shelves.
Staying warm.
Sometimes people stop in and visit.
And that's good, too.
If they can stand the excitement.

Drop in if you're in the neighborhood.

We're here!