I am still enthralled with point twill. Here it is in rose pink.
I should have about twenty towels when I'm through with this warp.
My head wouldn't let me weave as long as I wanted to, but Kizzy was happy to have me just sit.
He's my little manx scaredy cat.
He's afraid of everything.
But he's a lover.
I caught him out behind the barn when he was just 4 months old.
I had lots of company. Sydney in the window wasn't too concerned with all the attention I was giving Kismet, but Jinksie was watching me, and Miss Puss looked fairly disgusted.
Today my headache slipped back a notch, but still rules.
I made an appointment for some cranio sacral therapy, while hoping that the MRI results aren't terrifying.
This morning, when I woke up, it occurred to me that I am lucky.
Somehow, through all this long year and a half of headache, I have been able to sleep. It amazes me. It has probably been my saving grace.
Another bonus in my life is that I still love what I do. Despite how difficult this entire experience has been for me, I still find incredible joy in weaving. I love every aspect of it, the planning, the preparation, the music of creating something unique every time I sit at the loom.
The studio still moves me in mysterious ways.
It keeps me moving forward.
Soon, we'll be playing with a new toy, an AVL wheel winder.
It'll be a brand new experience.
Or another headache. :)