Crazy as a Loom

Sunday, October 14, 2018


I can't let today go by without acknowledging that the world has lost a special person, no doubt there
is another angel in the heavens.

Vicky Westra.......fought her battle with breast cancer for 7 years.
She so wanted to stick around for her two sons.  She did her best.

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I got to know her through our blogs, and then we talked back and forth.  So many times, when I started to feel sorry for myself and fought not to give in to the headaches,  I watched her clawing her way back to a normal life, enduring so much pain, and misery, just to stay with her family.

I told her she was my inspiration, and she clearly inspired so many.  She had a pure and loving spirit, a strength that was amazing to see.   I told her that I would see her someday, and I would be certainly be able to find her, because she would be surrounded by light, beautiful, shining light.

Fly high, sweet girl.   You've earned a rest from it all.

Saturday, October 13, 2018


I wish I could tell you about my new Louet loom, the Octado with electronic interface.  I wish I could show you wonderful things we've been weaving on it, but the truth is, it isn't working right.
It does, for a while, then it doesn't.  
I think it's the placement of the magnet, but I've readjusted it several times, with no permanent solution.
So I'm waiting for a phone call from Dave, from Louet.......on Monday.   I know he's a busy man, delivering and setting up looms all over, and doing a show this weekend, so I am trying to be patient.
I made a decision to not let this throw me into a tizzy.
I have other things to do.

The cloaks are coming off the AVL, and I'm perfecting the sewing of them.

This one is wool and bamboo.

Same warp, different weft, it always amazes me how that changes everything.

I had company on Columbus Day...and this girl always wants to make something.
So we made bread.
She would have been happy to have kneaded that bread all afternoon.

We had to have a little talk, after she blithely announced that she was making a "helluva" mess.
She's going to get me in trouble.

#1 daughter brought her puppy with her, Rosie.....a rescue from the SPCA.

She and Naya play constantly......and it is apparent that Naya has the patience of a saint.....because Rosie chews on her the whole time she is here.

When Naya tried to get in her "day bed" to take a break, Rosie just climbed in with her, and the shenanigans continued.

It was a wet day, and the two of them went out, came in, went out, came get the tracks everywhere, but boy, did they have a blast.
So worth the mess.

I just put another warp on the AVL, and I think I may be sorry about this one.
It's a really lovely wool, but for some reason, I decided to put black stripes across it.


It does look nice, but here's the truth.......I am going to really, really get tired of looking at it long before the warp is done.

Lately I've been sleeping deeply, and dreaming a lot.
One dream got my attention, because I have had it before, or versions of it, my whole life.
I think it must mean something, but I can't really decide what.

In the dream, I'm in the woods, next to a small pool of water.   When I dive in, I swim down deep and into a tunnel of sorts, that is very tight, and dark.   I am very frightened of this, but when I emerge at the other end, and come up out of the water, I am in a totally different world......another place, not where I went into the water at all.  And wherever it is, I am enthralled with it, and happy to be there.
The other night, I dreamed it again, only this time, I was sitting by the pool, telling someone else how to navigate the tunnel.  I refused to go into the water, and wanted nothing whatever to do with that tunnel, or the feelings it evoked.
It was so real, that when I woke up, I wondered for a second, if that pool and that tunnel were real, or just something from a dream.

Why can't I just dream normal stuff????   Now there's a question.

Monday, October 1, 2018


So when Dave from Louet was here Saturday putting my loom together,

he referred to it as an OctaDO..........and not an OcTAdo, which is what I’ve been saying.

I figured since it was a MeGAdo, then it was an OcTAdo.....but I was wrong.

The Dutch make them, and they say MeGAdo........and OctaDO.

Lesson over.

I have never warped this way, but since I did not buy the sectional beam, and there IS a raddle on top of the loom, I figured I’d better try it.

I was interrupted this afternoon by our electrician, who came to rewire  our well pump.......and it turned into water spraying all over the basement, a useless search for an available plumber, and a save by my neighbor, thank God.  So we have water, nothing was rewired, and dirt was tracked through the house from the cellar.

And eventually, I did finish threading and slaying the OctaDO.

It’s ready, so first thing tomorrow I will be firing it up.

And yes, I got the electronic interface.

My decision was based on the number of repeats, a mechanical Dobby does have its limits.

I actually got quite a bit done this morning, before I went into the studio.

I used up some leftover broccoli, added some scallions, some feta cheese, sprayed each cup, and filled them.

Last night’s dinner, I cooked too much, as usual.

13 eggs later ........

Just beat them up, add them slowly to each cup.

Baked at 375 for 25 minutes.


After a busy day, which included a three mile walk between rain showers, we have crashed on the couch.

Life is good.

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Crazy busy

I love reading blogs. I enjoy reading about other people’s experiences, I get ideas, and inspiration.

This older pattern appeared on a blog I was reading, so I searched for it, and found it on Etsy.

Then I tried it out, using some fabric from my stash.

This is the finished cloak, wool warp, Hand dyed bamboo weft.

It turned out even better than I expected, and is already boxed up and ready to be shipped to

Georgia on Monday.

I’m kind of sad to see it go.

My friend who was here visiting, has gone south.  Before she left, she bought me this chicken lamp.

I love it.

The big excitement was my new Louet Octado.

Dave from Louet delivered it and put it together.

Now I have to put a warp on it.

This is what I chose.

When we did the show last week, they were giving away posters from the Bromley ski center.

I loved them, so I bought poster frames for them.

I think my grandson will love them.

Well, that’s my chatty post.

Afraid I’m too exhausted for more.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Counting my blessings, again

This was purchased by my cousin, John, years ago.  He died of Alzheimer’s awhile back, and his wife, my cousin Joan, gave this to me,

I love it so much, and love that I have something of his.

So I put it in my dining room, but it was squished into the table, which annoyed me, until I had the bright idea, to turn the table around.

Duh. So simple.

And perfect.

I really am turning into my mother.  It is evident as I get older, that I do things she did, I like things she liked.

I totally am addicted to notebooks, and pens,

I bought this one yesterday at the show I was doing. 

The local library was selling them as a fundraiser.

The binding was removed, blank sheets were inserted, and the spiral binding put on.

The complete story was left inside.

They had many to choose from.  I was torn:  this one, or The Little Red Hen, or Moby Dick.

Up in my attic, I have totes of notebooks my mother used as diaries, dream journals, and more.

See what I mean?

Our show yesterday was in Peru, Vt.  I have never done a show as well attended as this one.

There were so many great vendors, with so much talent.  And the food was to die for, I wanted all of it!


Lois and my friend Linda, who is visiting from Georgia, helped me all day.

I could not ask for better friends. I am so blessed.

It was a good day, and Crazy as a Loom was very successful!

I love my old house.

I have an amazing family, and friends.

I love what I do.

Twenty two hot air balloons over Kingsbury.

Off to walk my sweet girl Naya.

Birthday party for a special 5 year old today.

Counting my blessings on this chilly fall morning.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Busy, busy

Yesterday was a busy day.

Good friend and fellow weaver stopped by with her toddler granddaughter.  We always can talk it up about weaving, sewing, and life in general.  I also have a kid friendly house with baskets of  toys. Naya is lovely with all children, so there’s never any worry about what she is doing.

Then two other ladies dropped in for a visit. Another weaver, that I have known for quite awhile, was looking for some supplies. We had a nice visit. 

So the studio was hopping for awhile. That’s always fun.  I love that people just feel comfortable dropping in.  That’s exactly the way I like it.

Eventually, I got back to the loom and got it threaded, and sleyed.  I was in no hurry.

It’s lace weight wool, I think it’s going to be pretty.

Today I’m going to be packing up for the show we are doing on Saturday.  It’s in Peru, Vt.

This is my new Möbi jacket, modeled by my dear friend Alice, when she stopped by the other day.

This little girl just turned five.  How is that possible?  She just started kindergarten, and she loves it.

We knew she would.  But it’s the end of something, she’s not home with Momma every day any more.

It will be harder to see her during the week.

Life just marches on.

I am convinced that the only way to live life is one day at a time.  As always, staying in THIS day seems more doable, taking each thing, good or bad, as it comes.

I watched a little video last short, the premise was this:  life is wonderful and amazing but also life is tough, sometimes it is horrible, but when it gets horrible, you find out that when you meet it head on, you are tougher than you knew.

You can handle it. 

Life is tough.   You are tougher.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Ah, autumn.

This girl has probably saved my life.

On those days when I know I should walk, she gets me out the door.  She knows what she needs, and what I need as well.

We walk 5-6 times a week, three miles each time.

She’s a little huntress, looking for critters all the time.

There are turkeys, and a deer, down in these woods, and she has eyeballed them all.

Some days, I would rather not make the 3 mile trip to the bike trail.  But I do.

And once I’m walking, I’m glad to be there. It’s a mental break I need, but wouldn’t take for myself, 

If not for Naya.

And I know it’s help with the weight loss , 30 lbs total now.  I really can’t believe that, to be honest.

It also helps with arthritis pain, the more you move, the better you feel.

Still weaving the wool silk, and totally tired of these colors.

Not sure yet, what it will become.

Mixing it up, to finish the warp.

This is up next, lace weight wool from Jaggerspun

A box of new yarn is always exciting.

I bought a new rack for shows.  It’s commercial grade, and folds up for transport.

It has extensions on both ends, so it will hold a lot of clothing.

I like it because it’s great for longer items.

Well, this was a chatty little post.....I’m afraid it’s all I’ve got.

Except for a very fat cat.

Sydney says “ hey”.

Welcome to my world.

Because every thread counts

Because every thread counts