I moved the Singer treadle machine into the living room, and lo and behold, DH noticed it, and asked me why it was there.
He usually doesn't notice anything.
I only moved the Singer, so I could put this shelving unit in the hallway, which I am planning on filling with towels.
I've been having trouble with my Compudobby missing certain harnesses.
It's been driving me a little crazy.
You know, crazier than I already am.
I still love it, but it has issues sometimes.
I will figure it out.
Feathers are special. I love this one in a glass tube.
L and I put on some color today. Thank goodness, I was getting so sick of that natural warp.
Now on to the threading, and the sleying........then I can weave.
Winter is long, and COLD, so it's a great time to stock the shelves for the summer shows.
I need to do inventory in the shop. I also need to work on, and update, my web site.
There really is no lack of things to keep me busy around here.
Then there's always cooking and baking to be done.
And cleaning. There's that word.
I'm anguishing over my calico, Miss Puss. She is the diabetic. I think when she was so, so sick a couple of months ago, I should have let her go. Instead I spent the weekend in Emergency Pet Care, and spent $1600.
She hasn't really been great since. She is thin, she is grumpier than ever, really hates everyone but me and Lois.
She floods the litter box daily. She has to have insulin twice a day, to the tune of $125 per bottle, plus syringes.
She is only interested in food, and water. Other than that she sleeps.
I don't think she feels well.
And to be totally transparent here, I find that I am resenting that I can't go anywhere, without being back in time for her insulin, that I worry about all the money I spend on her, and I feel that maybe I am prolonging her life when her life has lousy quality.
I think I know what to do, but I am frozen. In many ways.
On another front, my friend Karen of This Old House, found a dog. She thought it was a fit. When I saw the picture of the dog, I thought so too, but the dog had been adopted. Then yesterday, Karen messaged me to tell me that the adoption didn't work out, the adopters had a dog that was terrorizing the new dog.
So maybe, if the planets align, we may have a dog. I know Roy would love her, and I know he would approve.
So here she is, Naya. She's 35 lbs, 2 years old, mellow, laid back.
I think that's what we need. A little lover.