A few days ago, someone called me about a loom. People do that a lot.
This lady had this loom, and hadn't used it for years, and asked me to look at it, and maybe help her find a home for it.
So yesterday, since she was only about 5 miles away, I dragged myself off the couch, put Roy in the car, and went to look at it.
So ok, ok, maybe I am facing brain surgery, but hey...........I'm here now. I'm alive, and this LOOM NEEDED A HOME.
C'mon peeps.......you know I couldn't resist it.
It's a little Macomber C.P. 4 harness, 6 treadle, made before 1978, when Macomber was in Massachusetts.
I think the lady bought it new, the original papers are with it, and other than a little dust, the loom is in great shape.
Haven't decided what to do with it yet. It has a 16" weaving width, and folds up with a handle on the side to CARRY it with.
It is too freaking cute.
I may keep it for students, sell it, keep it.......haven't decided. It will tell me, eventually.
But I am not entirely out of my mind. One loom came in, and one loom left.
The Union Custom that I just bought a few weeks ago, went home with my friend Patty. Here is her husband, transporting it.
Bonus: it's warped with 40 yards for placemats or table runners.
Patty wanted it badly, and besides, I have 3 Union looms already.
I know I have said it before, but ever since I opened Crazy as a Loom Weaving Studio, I have met the most wonderful people. Some of them have become friends that I can't imagine not having in my life.
Two of them, Patty and Michelle, threaded this loom for me today.
I tried to thread it, but the position I was in to thread the heddles, made my neck throb, and then that made my head worse.
They very kindly offered to do it for me.
Yes, I am fortunate. Because going through a tough time is easier with friends. And family. People who care, and people who show it on a daily basis.
I couldn't do it without them.
And I couldn't have done this last year without them.
I decided today to get myself to the studio, and try to act 'as if' everything was normal.
It was much better than sitting home, over thinking and worrying myself into a dither.
As the day went on, I realized how much I had to be grateful for.
And I'm going to try being more invested in making a gratitude list, than I am in adding up my demons.
So I'll begin here; with my gratitude list.
A perfect warp.