Crazy as a Loom

Monday, April 24, 2017

Minutiae


Fairy egg.

Have you heard of one????

It's a misfire, basically....only a smidgen of yolk in it........




Grandkids are the reward for getting old.   Sometimes, I ignore some of the not so pleasant parts of my age, because they make sticking around  SO worth it.


Watching them grow up is such a gift.


I broke down and bought this book, I have wanted to read it for a while.
If you don't like satire, you might not like it, but I found it to be hypnotic .

It offered me an insight I didn't realize I didn't have.



This one was good, but disappointing at the same time.........I didn't feel like things were resolved at the end of it.
It was a little dark.



Every now and again, I am plagued by squirrels at my bird feeder.......and the last few days, I had a tag team of 4 squirrels trying to eat every last bit of black oil sunflower seed out of it.    I was sewing, so they were really aggravating me, jumping on the side of the house, and then up to the feeder.

So feeling kind of mean, I took the feeder in.

30 seconds later, there's this.


"Hey, what did you do with the food?????"

I gave up, and put it back.     Lunch for everyone!!!!



This is some cotton hemp that I just dyed, blue on blue.  It's my first experience with it, so I don't know if I like it or not.





My latest dinner obsession is a Caesar salad with a marinated, then grilled portobello mushroom on top.



Here's the blue being woven.....undulating twill........


My youngest daughter called, and asked me if I was busy.....could they come for the day.

Oh, heart be still.
I happily stop whatever I am doing........ for this.





Do you blame me???



Wednesday, April 19, 2017

I can see clearly now......

Sometimes when DH is watching a particularly annoying TV show, I turn the volume way down, since he is listening to it with his amazing best thing I ever bought headphones from Best Buy.
Occasionally I find some British show to watch on my laptop.  Or I read.

 Lately, I've been off knitting....who knows how long that will last.  I go in spurts...knit like crazy every single evening for months, then screech to a halt.....I'm done for a while. I've given up trying to understand that mechanism.

Once in a while, I go back and read my blog. What a great reminder of days gone by, things I've done and forgotten about.  Reasons to be happy, sad, grateful.   They are all there.  The pictures alone speak volumes.
I wish now that I had blogged years ago....wow, what a story that would have been.

I have struggled with plantar fasciitis now for months.  Yes, months.  Nothing seems to work, not injections, ultra sound, ice, exercise.  NOTHING.  I've bought splints, orthotics, stretchy bands that you wear around your instep.  I've googled and read and searched.
Nope.   Nada.
As a last ditch effort, I researched and finally ordered a very expensive pair of shoes that are touted for their amazing qualities for someone with this horrific ailment.  Please God.
I want to go walking.  I have never wanted to go walking this bad, now that I can't.
If someone could come up with a cure for this, they would surely be RICH very soon.

I think that slippers have been my downfall.......walking around this house, weaving, working, in slippers, and not supportive shoes.



Yesterday I went to get my hair cut, over near where we used to live.  While I was there, I popped into the grocery store that I used to shop in.  When my mother moved in with us, I took her there every week.  At first she walked, then as the years went by, it got harder, and she started using the electric carts.  Oh, my, how she loved that.  She whizzed around that store with a permanent grin.  As I was walking the aisles looking for things, I felt her there with me, and suddenly, I wanted to just cry.

Funny, isn't it, how the memory of someone you love, can  sneak up out of the blue and put you to your knees.


How I miss her.
She lost her own mother when she was 28 years old.  In her later life, she always told me that she wasn't afraid to die, and that more than anything, she just wanted to see her mother again.

I get that now.



So I decided to do some dyeing, the other kind.  This was my inspiration picture.


I  must say, I love the process.


Lots of cotton, wound into 1000 yd skeins.


This is my sequence......mix in jars, pour into squirt water bottles.


I screwed up a bit here though.   This cotton was combed, and I have never dyed that before......it didn't want to take the dye.  I soaked it in a soda ash solution, but I should have soaked it, or even boiled it, in a synthrapol (soap) solution, as well.


Consequently, my sewing work room looked like a CRIME SCENE, which was really unwise since I was trying to clean the house for Easter dinner and a house full of family.

What was I thinking???

Anyway, what should have been a short, easy job, turned into an whole afternoon job.

Still the results are satisfactory............



I love color......it makes my heart sing.  There's no other way to put it.


I will leave you with my just washed windows......a clear sign of spring.





Wednesday, April 12, 2017

A bit of this and that.

Finally, it looks like spring is here.
Yesterday it was 73......and at night the peepers are singing their song.

Nothing says winter is over more than Roy laying in the sun.




Last week, I threaded 780 threads, in the wrong size reed.  So very annoyed, I took them out, and rethreaded them in the right reed, YES, all in the same day.

Can anyone say KNOT IN THE SHOULDER BLADE???

The pain came right through to my chest, I thought I was having a heart attack..
......I continue to be my own worst enemy???
Aren't we all????



Because I don't eat meat, I often have to come up with diner ideas for myself.....when DH is grilling a steak.

One of my favorites in a bean, mushroom, spinach quesadilla.  It is the bomb.



I've been doing a little dyeing.  I am always amazed at how well it turns out.



And some weaving.........















While Lois was off vacationing, I did some organizing, and cleaning.




I am trying very hard to have some balance........I weave a while......then I go do something else.  That pain in my shoulder blade got my attention.

 I do yard cleanup  about 20 minutes a day. It has to add up to something, I figure, without causing my shoulder too much pain.

I am beyond grateful to be retired, and have the choice daily to do whatever I want.   I dreamt last night that I was back in the prison system, passing out meds on the blocks.  I woke up in a sweat.

It is incredibly sweet to have every day as a blank slate, up to my imagination.

Who knew??





Friday, March 24, 2017

On a Friday.



I think spring is near, but not near enough for me.
I long to hear the subtle sound of the earth wakening.

Keeping busy is the only way to deal with it, in my opinion......so busy I am.

This morning, I have potato leek soup simmering on the stove.



And I have started rinsing my warp that I dyed yesterday.


This is a custom order, shades of medium to dark blue.
Some of the colors were straight out of the jar, and some of them were mixed by me and my imagination.
So we shall see.



My sewing table, that Lois and Claire fixed for me (it was falling apart), has risen to the occasion once again.  It is so useful, in so many ways.



Syd is on the window cat seat, totally being NOT helpful.
As usual.



My hands are blue, the studio sink is blue, the floor is spotted blue..........no matter how careful you are, you end up dyeing things you had no intention of dyeing.

I am thinking for summer dyeing, a piece of plywood on saw horses outside.......for warps that take up this much space.




In between things, I am trying to make use of scraps of stuff that L and I have woven.

This mobï cowl is mercerized cotton and hand dyed bamboo.







Being happy with what you have, where you are is sometimes tough.  Sometimes it's a challenge.
But always, when you get there, it is better.





Saturday, March 18, 2017

and the winner is.......

I think one of the best parts of blogging, is that it makes me pay attention to my life.

It fosters gratitude, and deeper thought, to write about my daily routine.


Here's part of a custom order that Lois has been working on.   They are going to be mats for inside of a car.






Things in my house are either things that I use all the time, or things that make me happy to look at.
They have to be one or the other, or they are gone.
I am brutal about it.



My daughter gave me this, and I love it.
You put water in it, then a few drops of essential oil......I like lavender......


It diffuses a lovely fragrance into the house, and changes colors. .  When it runs out of water, it shuts off.





I did some reading this afternoon.........
I had company.
All four critters.



This is what I am reading.

Tonight we went out for pizza.........


The Stella was mine.....DH doesn't drink at all.


 The pizza was to die for.

And we stopped at Barnes and Noble, where I picked up one of my fave magazines........



Now............


The winner of the handwoven dish towel is MARIA HANSON.   Please email me with your address: crazyasaloom@aol.com


I wish I could send a towel to ALL OF YOU who commented.
Please know that your words touched me deeply.


Thank you, for the support and encouragement.  It means SO much.
Welcome to my world.

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