Crazy as a Loom

Tuesday, November 14, 2017


DWB, short for Dirty White Boy, has found the kitty solar house.   He has been it in for the most part for a couple of days and nights.
He appears to be quite proud of himself.

Momma....that's me, apparently.....ordered him a cat heating pad to put in it.  I'll have to remove the straw, and hope that doesn't upset the apple cart.
Of course, I will have to wait until he wanders off to put it in there, but at least I know he won't freeze this winter.

DH was in his shop this afternoon, pounding away, and DW never budged.   He's not giving up his spot.

Goldie is the only smart one, he already has taken over the heated cat house in the loft of the barn, and every morning, he comes down from there, when breakfast is served.

Bubbalee, is a little diva, and likes to make her own anything I have thought would keep her warm at night, and make her life better, has been rejected by her.
SHE has decided that the tote on the front porch that was left sitting there, is a good BED.
So I took the  other heated cat house that I bought for her, and opened it up, and put it in the tote......and plugged it in.
And Lord have mercy, she has spent the last two nights in it.

Now to figure out how to keep the wind and snow out of it.  I was thinking of putting a metal table that I have right over it, and then attaching some kind of insulation board on three and a half sides.  Of course, it will have to be done a little bit at a time....or she will get spooked.

I woke up this morning, thinking about old friends.  Where they are, what they're doing.  How, and why, we lose track of each other.
Sometimes, there's no real good explanation.

One last thing about cats.
My daughter moved this weekend, and she gave me this.
Only one small problem.  Sydney is too FAT to get to that top one.   I guess I could put a plant on it. :)

We've been weaving up a storm, getting ready for the Hudson Mohawk Weavers' Guild Show, which is this weekend in Latham, N.Y.

As you can see, I'm doing more clothing.  As of January, there are new baby wrap regulations, and I don't want to play.
Clothes are more fun, anyway.  I make what I like, what I want, and I am not working at anyone else's whim.
It's perfect, actually.

Since I've been sewing a lot this year, I looked for, and found, this great little cart.   From Target.

I took all the stuff off my sewing and serging tables, and now I can work without knocking things on the floor.

This is an 8 harness draft that Lois has been working on.   It really rocks.

I came full CIRCLE, back to CIRCLES, I must admit, I love them.

And I am still loving my new's amazing.

So a couple posts back, I told you about my "neck" massage, and the headache that followed......every single day.........then this last weekend, it really ramped up.  I felt like I had bricks on my forehead, across my eyes, over my nose.   I was pretty laid up on Sunday, it raged on all night, and I woke up Monday morning with it still.   After I let Roy out, I lay on the couch, since it was still dark.  I put the heating pad over my face.  I have no idea why.  I usually put it on my neck.
At any rate, I woke up an hour later, and my sinuses were draining like crazy!!
So as soon as I could, I went to the pharmacy and bought some Claritin, with pseudophed, came home, and took one.
Within an hour, the bricks lifted.
Still a headache.
But it's MY old headache, and I can live with it.
I can't, however, live long with the brick headache.

So, strange as it may sound, I am grateful.  Beyond belief.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

My happy place

I usually don't weave in the evening, because usually by the time the evening news comes on, I'm beat.

But occasionally, I do retreat to the studio.  I play guitar and violin acoustics on Pandora, and I weave.

This is my happy place.

My little corner of the world.

The rhythm of throwing the shuttle soothes me.

Every now and then I think about traveling.   The pull of other places stirs my soul.

There are a few places in the world that really interest me, places that I would like to see.

Truth is though, I haven't been in an airplane since my Chiari surgery 5 years ago.  I have no idea what my head will feel like 30,000 ft up.
Although the headache of the last two weeks has been so ferocious, I can't imagine that flying could be any worse.
But then do you want to be thousands of miles from your comfort zone, with a slamming head.
Probably not.

Maybe I'll just dream of faraway places, and do a lot of Google earth.

My comfort zone gets dearer and dearer to me.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Day in the life..........

OK, I confess.   I don't have a plan.
I just start writing.....and my pictures are willy nilly.  Sometimes.

Shadows fall differently in October.......

And my lovely bed of zinnias, planted from saved seeds last year, were finally hit by the frost.

Encouraged by their loveliness all summer long, I once again, cut the tops off to dry, and plan on planting the seeds again, next year.

I have two full screens upstairs, one in the front bedroom, one in the blue room which is my guest room.  But this is going to grow exponentially.  Maybe next year I will have to recruit helpers to harvest all these seeds.

But I love the process, and love that I can have more and more beautiful zinnias, from one package of seeds purchased two years ago.

This is the blue room.   If you come to visit, this is where you'll stay. :)

We had a little family dinner last week, and we were entertained by a dinosaur.   At first, my littlest was frightened, but you can see here that she got over it.

I love watching my grands grow up.  It's one of the gifts of getting older.
I struggle sometimes with the headaches, but this always encourages me to persist.

Is it 8 years? or 9? that I haven't eaten meat.
And the longer I have chickens, the less likely it is that I would ever eat one.

So the cat saga continues here at Crazy as a Loom.

This guy is deaf, for the most part, sleeps in the mulch pile, or under my car, has been in residence for about a month now.   He eats several times a day, and looks like he is gaining weight.  Might be the diatomaceous earth I put in their food, to treat worms, but whatever it is, he is looking better.
I call him DW, which is short for "dirty white boy".
Bubbalee tolerates him, Goldie vocalizes and tries to intimidate, but that doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

Miss Puss, my indoor diabetic, has had a rough week.   Her glucose was raging, and she was doing very poorly over the weekend, when my vet was not available.  So, we ended up at the emergency vet clinic.
First, let me say that they are amazing.  Then let me add that they are expensive beyond my wildest imagination.
She spend the night there, came home Sunday, then went to her own vet on Monday, stayed overnight there, and finally, she is home, and presently at my feet snoring loudly.
She is now the $1200 queen of cats, but she has always been the queen.
Just ask her.

DH was comical, and endearing, when he handed me a generous check, to put towards my credit card, which was still vibrating from all this.
Though he seems oblivious sometimes, he is often spot on.

And L, well, you are what a true friend is all about.

I swear, if I looked up "the best friend ever" in the book of books, your picture would be there, with a grumble underneath it, saying "don't take my picture!"

What we learn about life, when we least expect it, eh?????

It's been a tough couple of weeks.  
I had a massage, that included work on my neck.
Big, big mistake.  Instant slamming headache behind my eyes that has persisted day after day.

Finally got in for an osteopathic manipulative treatment yesterday, and I think it is somewhat better.

One day at a time, as I am reminded so often.
One day at a time.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Growing up

  That's me before my hair got gray......and a few pounds lighter, as well.
And that's my first grandchild, Nev.

In scrubs here, probably just home from work, looks like he was taking a break from riding his bike.

Now here he is, on his 20th birthday. All 6' 5" of him.
What I want to know is:  where the **** did that 20 years go????

So that was then, a whole lifetime of children, and grand children, and work, and life.
Sometimes, it seems like a dream.  Because after all, today is what we have.
But oh, the memories are sweet to dwell on, aren't they?

Now, I find my solace at the loom, I confess.

It really does sustain me some days.

I just sent a wrap to the Czech Republic.......these are photos sent to me by the mama I wove it for.

The wrap turned out well, but the pictures are amazing.

On the other end of the spectrum, I still have a 4 year old grand girl, and a 7 month old it appears I am not done yet.

Whenever she comes, she wants to hold a chicken.
And she loves it each and every time.

My first foray with peppermint thread..........the warp is navy blue cotton, and the weft is hand dyed peppermint.
It is the most luscious fiber, ever.
Super, super, soft.

And yes, that's me, caught by the Google cam car.

Let me leave you with a comment, from a four year old, to her 7 month old brother:

"I will never leave you in the forest."

I guess that's all we can hope for, isn't it?

Friday, October 13, 2017

Days and desperation

Autumn is a disappointment this year, the leaves are turning brown, skipping right over the usual lovely oranges and golds.  The sunshine is amazing though, and it's warm in the daytime, and cool at night.  That's perfect.  Guess I have to be grateful for the positives.  I do have lots of photos of October in previous years, in all its glory.

My recent weaving has been on a natural warp.  I always love it, it's like a blank slate, with so many possibilities.

I often sit on my park bench, out back.  It's a nice place to relax, and just be.

These river birch are part of the gift of trees my mother bought me several years back.

 This little maple is another.

And these two maples as well.
Every time I sit here, I think of her.

 One of her favorite poems was this one:


I think that I shall never see 
A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; 

A tree that looks at God all day, 
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 

A tree that may in Summer wear 
A nest of robins in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 
Who intimately lives with rain. 

Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree.
I finally finished the quilt for my grandson's birthday.  Here it is right before I put it all together.
It was a challenge, for sure.

And made more difficult by the fact that I cut the side of my fingertip off with a rotary blade.

Yes, I went to the ER, after it bled for about 8 hours.
It is better, but still incredibly sore.

It has slowed me down some, but it hasn't stopped me from weaving.

As if......

I had some warp left on the loom after a custom order, so I played some.  Actually, I played quite
a bit.

This morning L and I put a navy warp on for my next project.

Now for the threading.

My dyes have always been over my dyeing counter, but they were near impossible to find.  I almost had to get on a step stool to get close enough to them to read the colors.
So today, I had a brain storm, and I moved them.  I used those same shelves to store large cones of cotton and linen waiting to be dyed.

 My dyes are now on a shelf over the sink, much closer to someone looking at them, and much easier to deal with.

I am desperate for a day away, or days even........though I love my home, and my studio, and what I do, sometimes still I need some perspective: the kind you get when you leave it all behind for a bit.

A long drive in the country, good conversation, a leisurely lunch.

oh, well.
In the meantime, my zinnias are still rocking, and to see them is joy.

Welcome to my world.

Because every thread counts

Because every thread counts