Crazy as a Loom

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Looms.

"Keep the looms you love, and get rid of the rest."  
That was the advice of a weaver friend who died before she could do all the weaving she wanted to do.
That will be me, I fear.
I will never get all the weaving done that is in my head.

Today though, I realized that I DO have the looms I love.   On occasion, I am guilty of lusting after a computerized AVL.
But somehow, I always resist.
I think that I resist because deep down, I am happy with what I have, and I know it.


 For throws and baby blankets, I love my 4 harness, 46" wide, Schacht.


Outfitted with  Leclerc sectional rakes, because I like theirs BETTER.

My favorite rug loom of all, the Union Custom, made in Boonville, NY, the "cadillac" of the Union loom line.
The tray on top has been repaired, but otherwise, this loom is the bomb.


When the Union Custom is 'BUSY', there is always the Union 36, to pick up the slack.  Usually, we use it for placemats, sweet bottom chair pads, table runners.



My older, maple Schacht, also 4 harness, but only 36".   This is a sweet loom.
I use it for mobius shawls mostly.


And my very own AVL, a mechanical dobby, 40" wide, 16 harness.

I use it mostly for towels, this is a new warp, ready to go.


 I have more looms.

An 8 harness Ashford table loom
A band loom.
A 7 ft wide Toika, 8 harness.
A Leclerc compact loom, 4 harness, 24" wide
A Schacht baby wolf.
A Reed Ideal, 2 harness, 36" wide.

Isn't that enough, you ask???

Well, yes, actually, I think it is.  Just perfect.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Fiesta Rugs

Hey, it's January in New York.  It's cold, icy, did I say COLD?
Frigid.

So I decided to take some of the fabric I bought while I was in Georgia, and make some bright, sunshine-y, happy rugs.

 Here's the warp.





 Bright and colorful, that's what I'm talking about.


What do you think???
I am loving it.
It makes me want to make some guacamole.
Drink some Corona.



I want them to be JOYFUL.  



 I am trying to decide on regular size rugs........29"x45"  OR porch rugs........8' of 9' long.

Or maybe both.




Let's make some quesadillas!!!


Tuesday, January 20, 2015

I'm back.

OK, my mini trip south is over.
Back to the frozen north, and my regular routine.

I will miss my friend, Linda, and our daily walks, even in the rain.


When we left the hotel this morning, at 6:40am, in Allentown, PA, I was sideswiped by a tractor trailer.  We were both stopped at the traffic light, and unlike most trucks that make huge and wide turns, he just cranked left, and practically ripped the back of my car off.
It was scary, and noisy, but didn't do as much damage as I thought.
I tried to catch him, honking my horn, but he stepped on the gas.  He had no intention of stopping.
I had to stop, to investigate the noise coming from the back of my car.  The metal that he ripped off, was bent into the tire, so we had to bend it back before we could proceed.
While it is upsetting, we weren't hurt.  It's just a car, after all.

First order of business, when we got home, was to get Bart from the vet's.  He was apparently not very cooperative while he was there, and crowed so much they were happy to see him go.

He was very quiet in the car on the way back to the studio.  When he got there though, he was a happy boy.
It must have been a nightmare, no wonder he wasn't cooperative.
Home with his girls now, back to normal.



I have a huge list of things to do.

But first, I need to do some weaving.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Farming it.

While I am in Georgia visiting my friend, Lois has been in charge of the studio, which includes cat care, and MUCH to her dismay, chicken duty.
Today I got the call that I knew had to come.  I have been dreading her having any problems related to her "fowl" duties.

But sure enough, while I was perusing Kroger's grocery store, looking for stuff for dinner, my cell phone rang.    A hysterical pretty upset Lois was on the other end of the line.

It seems that Bart had somehow gotten injured, and his entire chest was covered in blood.  And if you know anything about chickens, you know that the rest of them will 'happily' peck him to death, if he is bleeding.
We went over all the different scenarios that might work.  Unfortunately, the coop is one room, and there is no place to separate a wounded chicken. That's going to change this year, I promise you.

Finally, she suggested that she call our Wildlife Control guy, who lives nearby.  He has successfully rehomed a few skunks for me.
Then it hit me........my vet has taken care of some strange animals, even an iguana.  Why not a rooster???


Lois just called me, in her car, on the way to the vet, with Bart in a crate in the back. 

Probably crowing all the way.

Lois's first book may be called "Hit by a Farm CHICKEN".

Hoping Black Bart is ok.  We'll keep you posted.

I better get home.



Saturday, January 10, 2015

C'mon along.

Well, it's cold even in the south.  The wood stove is roaring.
During the day it's still warm enough to walk the dog though, and there is NO SNOW or ICE on the ground.



 You cannot hate that.


I've been taking it easy, something you know I don't do often.
Doing a little knitting.


My friend and I are doing a little shopping, a lot of talking, and cooking when we are so moved.


I have to say that these egg muffins are going to be in my refrigerator on an ongoing basis.  What a quick, great breakfast.
I love them.  Without the meat, of course.


We are making them again tomorrow!!!




More knitting......this for my grandbaby, Dale.



In pale pink, what else?



 Then a little side trip for FABRIC.
I know, I know.  I have enough fabric.
How can that be true?????
Hmmmmmmm?




 And you have to love this.   It's almost surreal.


They say it's going to rain here on Monday.

They did not say snow.
So it's all good.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Checking in.

Just checking in, so you all don't think I fell off the flat edge of the earth.
There is one, right?

An edge?

Well, I'm fine.  I am once again touring the state of Georgia.  Visiting my childhood friend, and enjoying some sunshine.


Roy is totally thrilled to be able to go out and walk with no snow or ice.


We are not doing anything spectacular other than enjoying each other's company.
We made this awesome salad today for lunch.



We checked out a couple of yarn shops.   (MANDATORY)



And tonight we are having coffee by the fire.


I will be back, but right now, I am just chillin'.
Hope wherever you are, you can chill, too.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas

It's quiet here on Christmas morning, not like so many years of pandemonium, when my children were growing up, packages were being opened, paper being torn off them, squeals of delight coming from the living room, trying to make some coffee to come alive while it was still dark out.
Nope, that's not the way it is these days.
Having a quiet breakfast, with Roy snoring in his chair.  Quiet.  No newspaper for DH to read.
No hullabaloo.
I miss it.
And I don't.



 You know it's not Christmas in my family, unless I make my infamous famous Greek honey cookies.


Lois groaned when I told her I was making them at the studio in between weaving.
She groaned because they are impossible to stay away from.
I.M.P.O.S.S.I.B.L.E.
 And yes, that's a can of paint on the counter.
Damn maid, anyway.

Boiling the syrup is hazardous.
Yes, it boiled over a bit, making clean up a real chore.
But the cookies are SO worth it.




Over my fireplace at the studio, I realized that I had a study in black and white going on.
Totally unplanned.




My dear friend, Robin, does these drawings in ink..........with a Bic pen, no less.

He recently had a small, local show, this is one of the two prints that I bought, of lilacs.


This work is one that I snatched from my father's antique barn, years ago, and though I have tried to find out about it origins, the best I can cipher is that it is from a print from an old hunting magazine.
 I've always loved it.


 This is an original by Robin, of bittersweet, one of my favorite invasive species.


And the second print I bought at his show, of a fern.
I love his ferns.



The next black and white is a photo that I love, of my three daughters, and my "adopted" daughter.
Left to right, Holly, Brooke, Johanna, and Morgan.
God, I love those girls.



And this one, my paternal grandmother, Vivien Noel Cooper.  She was the first woman in Ticonderoga, NY, to drive around her own AUTOMOBILE.
At least that's the story.


And lastly, this is a photograph of my house, the studio,  taken in 1921.   I have tried to bring it back to that glory.

Back when the highway was dirt.


Yes, it's quiet here on Christmas day.  But it's good. 
We had a wonderful Christmas eve get together last night, with all the noise and fun a body could handle.
A little reflection  and reminiscing and a peaceful Christmas morning never hurt anybody.
Who knew?






Welcome to my world.

Because every thread counts

Because every thread counts