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?
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.....
a caricature is a description of a person using exaggeration of some characteristics and oversimplification of others.
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.