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Showing posts with label mug rugs cats warping the loom cranbrook. Show all posts

Friday, October 16, 2009

I'm being watched.

Mug rugs. Mug mats. Whatever you want to call them. They are instant gratification......well, almost instant. And what I love about them is that I use up all kinds of scrappy stuff that I don't exactly know what else to do with.
And that is fun, to me. I make them in sets of 4, sets of 2, and then I make a whole bunch of singles in different colors, for those people who like to mix and match.
I just ordered a Wolf Pup, which is only 18" wide, so I can have it set up for these all the time. I can't wait.
This 60" Cranbrook has been upstairs in the front bedroom, also known as the "President's Room", for 4 years. It was in my attic at home for a year before that. I bought a sectional beam for it 3 years ago. And finally, I am putting a warp on it.
I am going to make 4' x 6' lodge rugs on it, hopefully a stack of them.

Problem was that I couldn't put the tension box on the round metal bar. I called my friend, Chris, in Indiana, and she suggested a table.
This little stand was actually in the front bedroom, and the little towel rod actually keeps the tension box steady.
I put 40 yards of brown tweed warp on, and I will thread it tomorrow. I will be weaving on this loom by next week.


The cats like to be wherever I am. I suppose that they have a schedule that is different from cats who live in a regular household.
They wait for me every morning. Then they play and sleep wherever I am. Not all of them, all the time. But there is usually one or two of them in the same room that I am in. Sometimes they lay on whatever I am weaving, and sometimes they make me stop and give them attention. They know what they want.
So while I was warping the Cranbrook, Kizzy and Jinx were playing on the bed.
Oh, Kizzy.........you love me, don't you??
Ooh, that's my neck..........ooh.
Be gentle, Kizzy.
Listen, buddy........
Oh, that tickles....stop....stop.
Oh, I can't breathe...stopppppp.
What.....you don't want to play???
I know you do..........
Where'd he go?

Sometimes, at the end of the day, when I am getting ready to leave, they are sitting around watching me, and SOMETIMES I suspect that they are thinking......whew, good, she is leaving. Now we can really play.

Oh, OK, bye....see you tomorrow.......
Welcome to my world.

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