The meaning of it all.

Sometimes, animals and weaving are the only things that make sense to me.

Thus, you get barraged with photos of both.

That's why blogs are optional.  No one says you have to visit.
I'm glad that you do.

I went to the studio with a stack of blue and white placemats that I tied the fringe on at home.
I love the fabric, and because I am hoping that they will be a good seller, I am making a bunch of them.

That may be poor thinking on my part.  Whenever I make just ONE thing.....people want more.
Probably now that I am making multiples of this particular fabric, it won't happen that way.

It goes along with my theory, that you should make what you like, not what you think will sell, thumbing your nose, so to speak, at all those retailers out there trying to please the public.

And it just so happens, that I love these, and so I am pretty much weaving them because I want to.

I confess that HH and life in general have taken their toll.
This morning, like many mornings, I just couldn't dig in to any one thing.
I felt scattered, all over the place.
I started one thing, got tired of it, wnt to something else, got tired of that, started yet a third thing, got tired of that, went on to something I started in another funk a few days ago, got tired of that.
You get the picture.

At one point, I just grabbed my camera and headed outside.

When I bought the studio, I should have left the yard alone.
But NO, not me.  I had to RESCUE it.
And now, I have created a monster lawn, that takes hours to mow.
Thank you, Consuela.
And planted tons of stuff, that need to be weeded.
Consuela, do you WEED???

And of course, I had company, wherever I went.
Meowing.
Next is very verbal.

The labyrinth was one of my better ideas.  I loved it when I built it.  I love it now.

It is behind the barn, with a stockade fence blocking it from the road, and that's where the flowers are.

It is meant to be a not so secret garden.

By the way, I am hosting a Weaving Bootcamp on June 22-24, and I have a couple of openings, for anyone who is thinking that they might like to learn to weave and maybe get away from home for a weekend.

Back in another lifetime, I had 20 years worth of perennials in my home out in the country.
Peonies were a fave of mine, I had every color.

This is my crib of roses, that you really can't get near, for the thorns.

Walking the labyrinth is very soothing, meditative.  See Nexxie on the right??

He thinks you walk ON the stones.

He is meowing at me the whole time.

See his mouth moving.

Why are you following me???

What?????

OK, I was wrong, make that weaving, animals, and flowers.

They make sense to me.

A lot of sense.

Don't you agree??

Cats rule.

Little Jinksie......we still call her that, because she is the baby, and because she seems to be a perpetual adolescent.  She doesn't respond, or operate, anything like the other cats.  She marches to her own drum.

She and Kizzy were feral, so while they are very sweet, they are skittish.  The least little thing makes them run for cover.

There were, however, very interested in this box, and the stuff L is weaving with.

Jinksie has the longest tail, and the longest body, and because it doesn't seem like it's all attached correctly, she is quite the sight when she gallops through the house.

L is still on those looper rugs.......I knew we had a lot of them looped, not sure I would have guessed this many.

This one really appeals to me.......the mix of purples and blues.

We have had a flurry of sales in the last couple of days.  Just when I start worrying about the LACK of business,  it appears.   And every time, I chastise myself, for not letting it just unfold, without my anguishing over it.

Our porch mascot, Nexxie, throws himself down in front of us, in a crazed bid for attention.

He does this all day.

L just commented on his "brown nose".

Well, brown nose, or not, I think he is very handsome.

Playing hookey, again.

Have to get away from it all every now and then.  I love the studio, and I love to weave, but I need to find my center out in nature.
Besides, I've promised myself to take kayak breaks every week, all summer.

So come along.  I took a lot of pictures, but saved the best for you.

It was overcast, but the temperature was perfect.  The birds were singing.  What else could you want?

This guy was a tad disturbed, and flew away, probably to distract attention from the nest.

Did I tell you that I love the Adirondacks??

On one side of the small lake, there were some camps, mostly unoccupied.

C'mon.........really???

You better be tying your butt to those antlers, if you walk out on THAT deck.

It threatened to rain, but it turned out to be an empty threat, after all.

I love this little branch with three hummingbird feeders.   I might have to do that at the studio.
They must love these little birds at this camp......see the fourth one hanging up higher on the right?

Better than Paris.......if you ask me........the leaning tree on the lake.

And a perfect reflection.

For a perfect day.

Mr. Bullfrog concurs.

I sense his contentment.  Don't you?

I am tired, but in a good way.

Somehow, the world looks like a nicer place today.

Things you'd rather not hear.

Now that's frightening, isn't it????    What could she be referring to????

Well, it's not all bad.
Lots of good stuff going on, as well as not so good.


Good????     15 new sock rugs.   Can we hear it for L?????

They are all on my WEB SITE  and there are more to come.
These are just three of them, to give you an idea.

I picked out my faves.   But honestly, it was hard, they are all so colorful.
They make great bath mats, they are thick and thirsty.

They also make great pet beds....ask Roy, if you don't believe me, or Sydney, or Jinksie, or Miss Puss, or Kizzie, if you can find him.

Good??

Getting visits from the little princess, herself.

What, Hilary????

 Not so good???

A lady in the grocery store, storming by me and other shoppers, MUTTERING, loudly, "59 cents for Campbell's Pork and Beans.......I'm NOT PAYING THAT."

Good?  
Being upright, fairly healthy, still loving what I do.

 

Not good, a lady in the liquor store, who had already checked out, who apparently wanted to stay and chat with whoever would chat with her.........holding up a bottle that she had just purchased.......

and announcing loudly, for all to hear............."yup, if I owned a wine company, that's the name I would pick, cause I LOVE FLIP FLOPS, wearing them (here she kicks up her foot), and everything to do with them, just LOVE them."
Oh, good grief.

Good???   Finding joy in the small things.   Like still being able to crawl into the loom.  You go, O.

Not so good????

Having to leave my acupuncture appointment, because I couldn't stop coughing.


Good???
MORE salad.   spinach, mesclun mix, hard boiled eggs, onion, feta cheese, tomato............yum.

Not so good????
Sneezing with a full bladder, while unloading groceries.    Need I say more????

Good????   Wild flowers blooming all over the yard.  
Planting high bush cranberry bushes, a persimmon tree, and arctic kiwis around my arbor.

See, it wasn't ALL bad.