Some days I am disappointed, and some days lately I am aimless. That's the best description. I have a lot of thing to do, or things I could do, and can't get interested in any of them. This is not usual for me, nor has it ever been, my entire life. So when it does happen, I flounder a bit.
Yesterday, I was going to surprise my youngest, and get to see my grands, since they and I have been staying home, and are pretty safe. Then I found out that my daughters were meeting and having their Dad for lunch, so I stayed home. I could have gone, I am on good terms with him, we have been apart for 35 years or so. That doesn't mean I want to spend the afternoon with him.
So I decided to get over it, and get busy doing something, even if it was wrong. I have an empty Louet David, my favorite little loom, so I finished winding a warp, then I sleyed the reed, threaded the heddles, and beamed it on......it took all afternoon. I just finished by dinner time, and soon it was ready to weave.
As I suspected, I got through the day fine, and set my sites on next weekend.
Empty looms disturb me, and have since I started weaving.
Dressing the loom takes concentration, and I am unable to worrry, or stress, or let any imagined problems go wild. It's a good thing.
Lois is weaving pinwheels on the Baby Wolf.
It's fussy work, and she does it well.
I've been doing some knitting, and this is one of the owl hats I finished. I was using buttons for the eyes, per the pattern, and they were really awful to sew on. Then I had an aha moment, and tried SNAPS......they went on in no time.......( I did want to say "in a snap")....and they look better in my opinion. If you zoom in, you might agree.
My AVL loom has been acting up, and I've been emailing AVL and talking to my neighbor who is brilliant about figuring out stuff.......and finally today I got it working. I hope it lasts.
I've been trying to eat healthy. Here's my garlic sesame tofu with soba noodles. I ate it two nights in a
row, it was so good. The best part....it comes together in no time.
I'm sure I am not alone in my efforts to get my husband to pick up after himself. Even a little. Even every now and then. It's hopeless, let me tell you.
So sometimes, I lose it. Yes, I really do.
This has been on the counter for two days.
In my present state of mind, it may stay on the counter for the rest of the month.
OK, it's a childish response, but oh, does it make me feel better.