Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Five years ago, in March, I bought the house that is now the studio. It was "meant to be". I am sure of that. The lady that I bought it from was so happy that I was going to 'bring some life back' to the old house, she allowed me to put a loom there even before the closing. So for about two months, all I had there was a loom, a lamp, and a cupboard for fabric and jeans.
This is Ava, and I was trying to imprint weaving on her, so that someday, she will want to weave like her Mimi.
This picture reminds me of what makes me happiest. My family, and my weaving. Simple, really.
So whenever I get a little overwhelmed, or a little crazy (crazier than usual), I need to look at this.
My Dad died five years ago today. I always said I would never miss him.
I am sure that somehow he knows
At the end, he told me I was a good daughter. I had waited 50+ years to hear it.
Still, I was grateful to have heard it at all.
He got to see my studio for a few months. He loved it, too.
He approved, after all.