Just when I thought it was safe to take a deep breath, the FLU hit me.
Four whole days on the couch, flat out. Unbelievable.
And a snow storm. I mean, really, what else can you ask for?????
It was pretty.
And wet, and heavy, and costly, and COLD.
Then DH got sick, and L would only come in the house to bring me things, and she came prepared: mask on her face, and hand sanitizer in her pocket.
I don't blame her a bit.
Today, I think I will live. I'm hungry, after what seems like a long time with no appetite at all. And I want to weave. I can't remember being away from my loom this long, except when we went south.
This is the way I left my loom last Thursday, and it sat here untouched for 5 days. OK, 4, I had to try to weave a little on day 5.
I was exhausted in short order.
The coughing jags are what really get to me.
This is my last baby wrap warp, so it's kind of a relief on the one hand, and sad on the other.
I have all kinds of ideas about what I want to weave next, so I have a feeling that the freedom from custom orders will be enjoyable, after all.
I love this loom, just saying.
When Lois decides it's all clear over here, this is what she is working on.
In the evenings, Sydney parks herself on my body...yes, I'm UNDER her. and she's settled in.
Tonight I said, no way, I had fringes to twist.
Hopefully tomorrow, I will feel even better, and I will be back in business.
But for right now, I need to go check out the backs of my eyelids. Badly.