Crazy as a Loom

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Pink elephants.

Jinx has found a perfect napping place in a sunny window.
Unfortunately, it is a favorite lounging spot for Miss Puss.
Miss Puss .....trying to look disinterested. (I can't believe she is up there.)
Miss Puss looking disgusted.

The dynamics going on here are a free show every day. Miss Puss hated the kitten at first. She hissed and wanted NOTHING to do with her. Her jealousy was palpable.
Today, after the two of them rolled around on the floor together, playing, boxing, chasing each other, for a couple of hours, Miss Puss was observed giving Jinx a bath, like a mother would do.
Never discount how important it is to have "company".
This is the warp I put on one of the Union Custom looms.......for a custom order. I LOVE LOVE LOVE these colors. They MOVE me.
This is the material all cut up and ready to go.

I am thinking about pink elephants. They are difficult animals to deal with. Especially so for me, as I have never been known for my tact. In fact, most people will tell you that I am brutally
honest. I don't know that I would go that far, but I am pretty straight forward most of the time.
Some of it is genetic........I come by it naturally. And there is some of it that was encouraged, and perhaps nurtured over the years I worked in a prison.
My husband, and others, often suggest to me that I write a book about my experiences in "jail".
To be sure, I could write a book. A maximum security prison is a place like no other. I never expected to take my nursing career in that direction, it just happened. The job was there, it paid well, I needed it. After a few months, the shock lessened, and it became "normal". Isn't that scary...........
Then, of course, you get enough years in the system to get your retirement vested, and then you feel that you can't give it up. And children grow up, and then there's college. Somehow, it lasted for 20 years.
But as entertaining as my recollections of those years might be, it is something I would rather forget. I can't imagine writing about it, having to ponder it, dwell on it, remember all the details.
No thanks.
But still, there's that pink elephant.


Anonymous said...

I love watching the dynamics between two pets. Handsome and Missy do it too and sometimes you just want to fall on the floor laughing while watching them.

The Blue Ridge Gal

Delighted Hands said...

Sometimes writing about the 'Pink Elephant' will take some of the pinkness away. Even if you only write for yourself a bit a week it will have a cleansing affect. The new project is amazing. Be sure and show the work in progress.

Hilary said...

Pink elephants have a way of either demanding more or giving up and trudging out of there. Time will tell what yours will do.

I absolutely love those colours!

Lover of Life/ Nancy said...

Beautiful fabric! Those colors move me, too. I don't blame you for not wanting to dwell on the past. I have had people tell me to write a book on my life, but I tend to feel the same way about the past.

T said...

Love the fabric - so vibrant.

What ever you do about the pink elephant, make sure you take charge of it....not the other way around.

Hilary said...

Thanks all of you....just talking about the pink elephant makes him seem so much less important.

Jennifer said...

There's a bit I've learned about pink elephants - you can't really forget them, but you can let go of the pain they caused.

Theresa said...

Oh my thank you for the great post. BTW, I spent many a summer and fall very close to you at the family farmstead in West Pawlet VT. Isn't Manchester fun, remember it when it was little?

Anonymous said...

Those elephants are something else. A force to be reckoned with. It may not be a book, but sounds like it's something to examine and do some kind of work with...around here we call it the "elephant in the room" and everyone knows when there is one. It can't be ignored, can it? Just sits there till you give it some kind of attention. Maybe all you needed was to share in the blog?

I love those colors calming and peaceful they are. I think the reason they move you and us is because they contain the top 4 colors of the seven chakras: Green for the heart-releasing emotionally trauma, and expressing love in action; Blue for the throat-and expressing truth through the power of words; Indigo-our third eye, seeing divine perfection in all things; and violet, our crown-our identification with the infinite, our oneness with God, peace and wisdom.

Great colors to sooth the soul.
Jaimie in Evanston

Fragrant Liar said...

Incredible experiences you must have had. I don't blame you for not wanting to relive it. Maybe one day you will want to, but you know that now isn't the time. Good for you.

Miss Puss looks like my Matilda, though Matilda is still a teenager. I love calicos. And that other one lounging in the window? Precious. I love cats.

Fragrant Liar said...

I meant to say that when I was a kid, my parents bought a weaving machine. They spent a lot of time with it, and I'm not sure they produced a whole lot of anything, but it sure provides me some good memories. That was back around 1966-67.

Sharon said...

Pink elephant, or the elephant in the living room? You would certainly have something to write about, should you ever make that decision. In my excursion into writing childrens books, I realized that writing isn't a romantic notion - it's hard work. I think I'd rather read what others write. The other half of writing is getting published. I'd rather play with fiber - or read what others have written.

Country Girl said...

I tried to comment on this post yesterday but something happened and I had to shut down my computer!
First, love the kitty photos.
Second, I've worked at my job for just over ten years. I didn't think I'd still be doing this for so long after my sons graduated. But after I leave, when I think back on it, I will do so with absolute fondness.
I can totally understand why you would not want to write about your prior job. You'd have to think on it and remember things. Your experiences must have been very interesting but what you're doing now seems so much more fulfilling.
I'm just saying.

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