I hate loopers.
Can I say that here???
Oh, I won't hate them forever, but just for right now, today, I hate them.
Maybe it was standing out in the sun with the sweat pouring in my eyes that did it, mixing up colors, making up 5 and 10 lb bags.
Or perhaps, sorting out red and yellow for a 'special request'.
I'm not sure, but today, I am comfortable in my decision to hate loopers.
And burning brush out back was unwise, since the tiny breeze that blew, threatened to smoke us out.
It didn't, but it threatened.
I swear I could feel the heat from WAY across the yard.
Today was a little of this, and some of that. Tomorrow, big loom, big rug.
And this weekend is the Southern Adirondack Fiber Festival in Greenwich, NY. If you are within driving distance, it is definitely worth the trip. I am in the first building, right by the door.
So there's that to get ready for.
I am trying to finish up some autumn runners, but there isn't enough time in the day.
I did manage to finish my ruana. Do you like it??
How do you slow down your days???? Do you? Can you??
Or is it just part of getting older?
I am making a list, of things that I want to weave this winter, weave structures that I want to investigate, colors that I want to play with.
You know what they say about all work and no play, right???
And I don't want to be DULL.
My youngest daughter was an extra today in a movie being shot in Schenectady, NY. With Bradley Cooper. She said she was there from 7:30 this morning until after 4pm. They did ONE scene. A funeral scene.
She said it was fun, but nothing she would want to do all the time. I can't wait to see it now.
They have been shooting the film near where she works, and SOMEHOW, she managed to get this picture of her and BRADLEY.
Are ya kiddin' me??????
The rumor is that Morgan is stalking him, but he doesn't look unhappy, does he???
It made me remember that my grandmother was supposed to have been an "extra" in a silent movie shot on Lake George, a LONG time ago. Part of the story was that the star of the movie did cartwheels from the 'inn' down to the shore, as a publicity stunt.
In later years, that inn was a run down bar room, and eventually burned to the ground.
I wish I could find out the details, but that would require TIME to look through old, old papers, like looking for a needle in a haystack, I would imagine.
But right now, I am in Roy mode.......we just came back from our walk, and we are both exhausted.