So says the retired postal worker, ( ahem )
otherwise, they will get mashed in the machines.
As soon as I get some bubble wrap, they'll be on their way to you.
Good morning, Kingsbury.
I like getting up early. Good thing, cause my eyes pop open at 6am, whether I like it or not.
I am totally enjoying the freedom to weave whatever I want, without custom orders.
This is cotton and hand dyed tencel......6 yards of it.
When that navy warp was done, I broke into my stash and put on another towel warp. I love weaving towels, because I play with drafts and colors as I go. Every towel is an opportunity to change it up.
And of course, I do.
This one does look like "flying geese" to me.
Last night, after DH went to bed, and I was unimpressed by TV, I decided to do a little "night weaving".
My loom dog was happy that she had a comfy bed nearby.
I have a goal in my head, # of towels, # of clothing items, # of scarves, etc to make it through the summer shows we have scheduled.
We're well on our way to it.
On another blog, someone questioned why we blog. One commenter said that he didn't understand why anyone would want to read what someone has been up to all day.
Well, for me, when I read some of my fave blogs, it's like a mini visit with someone that I have connected to via blogland. I get to see where they live, how they live, what matters to them.
I have met so many amazing people because of my blog.
When I hit my head and endured endless headaches and three surgeries, my blog followers were all here cheering me on, letting me vent, sharing my fears and my pain. It helped.
My blog was the place I could write, it was where I could put it all into words, and then let it go.
Many, many times, you commented, and said exactly what I needed to hear.
Thank you all, for being here.
Comfort comes in all kinds of packages.