I wonder sometimes if you are all sick of seeing what I'm weaving.....
My life does seem to revolve around it, so there's that.
It really makes me happy, but you probably already know that.
I've also been busy doing things to my house, because my house also makes me very happy.
It's home......and that's powerful.
New stair runner.
I also have spent a great deal of time getting ready for the Hudson Mohawk Weavers' guild show that I do
every year.
Oh, the planning!
My spoiled dogs get walked every single morning. It's not a LONG walk, but apparently it
is mandatory, and they seem happy with it. I don't always want to do it, even though I usually
enjoy it, and I know it's good for me.
I know I've shown you my new bathroom, but the sun was coming through the
window just right, and I wanted to show you the "window treatment" I chose.
No curtains, no shade, just a frosted coating with birds.
I've also done a little dyeing, but I plan on ramping that up after Christmas.
I have so much yarn to dye.
This one of the jackets I took to the show, it sold pretty quickly.
The warp and the weft were hand dyed.
It might be one of my favorites.
And yes, it has pockets!
This is an evening photo of my favorite upgrade. There was a dishwasher
on the left, and a gas stove on the right. I hated the dishwasher, and never used it.
The stove always smelled like propane to me, little whiffs of it here and there. I
had the gas company come, and they basically said it was me, not the stove.
So I got rid of both of them.
Damn, did that feel good.
On the left......one cupboard with pullout shelves for my pots and pans, and to the right
of it, my trash can and recycle bin!!!
The stove is my new Induction Range, and I cannot say enough good things
about it.
AND.........no more whiffs of propane.
I love this new space.
For those of you who have followed my blog for years, I tell you this.
L, who has been with me since 2010, my apprentice, my friend, my accomplice, has Alzheimers. It's ok to put it here, because she can't find my blog anymore.
It's a loss I cannot comprehend.
I make sure that she has lots of easy things to weave, because while she cannot thread or count treadles, her muscle memory is spot on, and she can weave plain weave and do a great job.
So I make sure that the loom is ready for her always....it gives her purpose every day, until it doesn't.
Lots of changes in my life, Bill, Sydney, now Lois.
I have come to understand on a deep level, that finding joy and serenity in this day, is all
that really matters.
So I continue.
Thanks, for being out there, still, after all these years.
