Crazy as a Loom

Friday, October 8, 2010

Yup it's me!!!!!

Remember this face?????
About a year ago?

From Crazy as a Loom

She weighed 5 and 1/2 lbs, she was pregnant, and she was not only starving, she was starving for love.
Fast forward one year, she is the official "Walmart greeter", she is fat, and happy and loved.
What a difference a year makes, eh?
From studio

I cut jeans today, cut the tops off, and the hems. There were a lot of garbage bags full. Now the good fairy will have plenty, plenty of jeans to cut into strips.
I am trying to imagine all the jeans cut, and sewn. Caught up. Now that will be a good feeling.

I picked up more looper looms today. The newest ones are even better. I never imagined that we would have to keep tweaking the design to get it right. But we did. The newest loom is a bit heavier, because the wood pieces are thicker.

I went over to Fragrant Liar, whose subject today was about being authentic (or not) on your blog. It was a great post. Her last line was my favorite!!
Got me to thinking. About talking in my own voice.
Is this the real me? Or a caricature?
So I looked up caricature.....
Wikipedia says:
a caricature is a description of a person using exaggeration of some characteristics and oversimplification of others.[1]
Hmm.
I would say that I exaggerate my workaholic problem. But unfortunately, I don't.
I would say that I exaggerate how much of a stash of textiles I have collected, but it is exhaustingly true.
I think sometimes my life may look simpler than it is, but that's because I don't bore you with all of it.
Other than that, yup, I think this is me.
I yam what I yam.
I work. I love it. I am never as happy as when I am weaving.
I seldom dress up. Don't really care about it.
I am pretty outspoken most of the time, all of the time.
I love dogs, then cats. I am passionate about them having good lives. I get ballistic about animal abuse.
I love scrabble.
I love to read about the kings and queens of England.
I want to go to Italy, but DH is not interested, so I may have to go alone.
October is my all time favorite month.
Today, I was driving through the countryside, on my way home. The sun was shining, the trees were beautiful, I drove with the window down.
It's a beautiful life, really.
Sometimes I get annoyed with things. With people. But basically I believe that we are all responsible for making ourselves happy. Noone else can do it.










7 comments:

Tiggeriffic said...

I think you and I are twins, we were just parted at birth..I laugh at your blog and get so much joy reading it everyday.. I read what Fragrant Liar said at the end of her blog and I just had to laugh.. I feel I'm real and I'm so busy I couldn't try to be anything but me.. My energy level is like a 12 year old and so glad that I don't act like I'm 1/2 way to 132... Yeah to life and I like to live it like it was my last day. ta ta for now... Keep blogging, I would miss you terribly..

Anonymous said...

You take some really nice photos....photography is definitely another one of your talents!

Someone's Time said...

:) "Because Every Thread Counts".

Well Said. Well said, indeed.

Gail said...

Thanks for taking that baby girl in. She is beautiful.

Rural Rambler said...

Oh Gosh! I love that Fuzzy Faced Cat!!!

Fragrant Liar said...

Hilary, I'm happy to see that my post is stirring some conversations around the blogosphere! Something we need to think about from time to time as bloggers.

I love your kitty. You were her savior! So cool.

bspinner said...

Your kitty looks like our Chubs. Ours showed up on our door about a year ago too but she wasn't a little kitten but an older cat that had been declawed. I love her but not so much when she gets me up at 4:30 in the morning for her breakfast. Not to spoiled!!

Welcome to my world.

Because every thread counts

Because every thread counts