My new obsession

I have no idea what my new obsession means, or where it came from.

I honestly don't.

I am not sharing it here, looking for any praise.   I truly think that 

I am having a mental break of some sort, revisiting my childhood.

Or in some way, revisiting something I shouldn't even be remembering.

Lately, every evening, I drag out my box of pens (you knew I had a pen problem, right?), and I

find myself drawing these scenes from my head.

Every time I start one, I have no idea where I'm going with it.......it begins with a line or two, and then they just evolve.  Somehow, as I'm drawing them, I feel some spark of recognition, though I can't explain that at all.

My eight year old granddaughter loves them, and I take THAT as the highest compliment, since when I am drawing them, I kind of feel like an 8 year old.

How marvelous would it be to be that age again????  

Can you even imagine??????

A lot of the time, I am not thinking at all, they are totally contemplative.

I have to admit, I sort of love doing it.  

Is it just doodling?  Or something else?

I have questioned why I don't put people in them.  I don't know the answer to that.  Maybe I am just not ready to do that, or maybe people aren't the point.

I do believe that our psychological self knows things that we aren't consciously aware of, and I think that the universe is more mysterious than we allow.

When I was younger, much younger, I used to dream about this house.  I was in the front yard, looking down the road, waiting for someone who never came.  The house was as clear as a picture.

I always wondered about that house.

In my adulthood, I have dreamt many times about another house, but I am in the upstairs, and

there are so many bedrooms........and at the end of the house, there are a second set of stairs, that lead to a separate apartment if you will.

I have never seen the house, in this life, but it is very real to me, still.

This one is Dale's favorite, she didn't say why.

She wanted them all.  

This is the first one I drew, the one that got me hooked.

They all make me feel very peaceful, but I guess I better move on, before I start a collection.

Christmas is over.  It took me 5 minutes to take my tree out of its plastic bag, and plug it in.   It will take me 5 minutes to put it away again on New Year's Day.  That's how I roll.

At the end of the day though, this is the real joy in my life, as it should be.

They came and spent the day with me today, and I have no idea why I am not asleep yet.

Til next time.

Today

Well, the cold weather has arrived in Northeast NY, and we  can't complain, because we really had a reprieve in November.  It was very warm, some days almost balmy.  Of course, the downside of that warm weather was very active TICKS.

Goldie has finally approved of his new solar house, he had me worried for a while, the old one had some rotting wood issues, so Lois and Claire built him a new one, then DH put the tin on the roof.  He has a heated pad in there, but for a couple of weeks he wouldn't go near it.

Finally, I put some treats in there, and held him so just his head was inside.   He ate the treats, then he took off.

But the very next day, he decided to give it a whirl, and he's been in there ever since.

I treated myself to a new chair for my sewing room.  It's super comfy, and adjusts to the right height, which is crucial to me.

A new sewing table may be next, but I will buy it from the local office furniture supply store, 

good quality, and much less expensive than an actual sewing machine table.

Willie loves everyone, but he does have his favorites.   And my friend Sue is certainly one of them.  This love fest went on forever.

I finally got the warp off the wolf pup.  I made three  rosepath wall hangings, and a couple of 

table runners.

So the Baby Wolf is on the inside porch, waiting for its new owner to pick it up.

The Schacht floor loom that I sold several years ago, is back in the same place it was .

So now this is the new look for the studio.  Just three looms,  a far cry from the 16 looms I 

used to have in this old house.     But honestly, it's better.   

There's a lot of freedom with less looms.  I can focus on what I'm planning and weaving, instead of worrying about a loom with no warp, or looms that I can't get to.  And some days, it's just good to sit and rock.

I wonder why it took me so many years to be kinder to myself.   I sure made myself jump through a lot of hoops.  I had super high expectations of myself, on a daily basis.  I never made it easy.   I hardly took breaks, and felt always pressured to be busier than I needed to me.  Now, of course, I look back and wonder why.  But life has a way of slowing you down, changing your perspective,  and straightening out your priorities.    Getting older will do it for you.  Falling on your head works, but I don't recommend it.  

This past year has been a tough one for me.  Last October I tore my meniscus, and my knee has not stopped hurting yet.  Now it seems that I have some tendonitis, or IT band inflammation behind my new titanium knee.  Whatever it is, it is incredibly painful, keeps me awake at night, and curtails how much I want to be mobile.   So I am taking a cue, and resting it.   Have an upcoming ortho appointment, and hope for some relief. I try to remember that this too shall pass. I am forever telling my daughter.........."one day at a time",  "stay in the day"........"just do today".............

So I guess I will take my own advice.

Can I do today?  Damn straight, I can.  

After all, tomorrow is another day.