“My eyes are poor. My ears are gnarled. My legs are old and bent.” *
First wall of three has been prepared. I can hardly move or stand upright, but I’ll have to try to fix that later, since my chiro hasn’t been able. Today after a trip to the lumber yard, we’ll begin tackling the other side, tomorrow Continue reading “Studio project 2”
Half a hayloft. Slow going, but it’s this, NOW, or I go nuts. I really need to be able to choose my quiet times to be able to work, not wait for it to be granted.
Clearing, cleaning, more cleaning, lots of cleaning, then starting with those candy cane bales of insulation that you can spot in the back.
I’d almost forgotten, that it’s a thing that I do. In all the weaving frenzy, wips have been sitting hidden and alone in various baskets, no longer interesting. Until I realised, that if we do get summer (which is not a given in years when I have new shorts and skirts) I can’t bring my looms outside. And it’s such a shame to sit inside when you have a garden, isn’t it?
While chugging away at my suffolk/dorset roving, I was thinking of the many plant dyed kilos of ditto upstairs, which has to be fluffed and handpicked to loosen most of the tiny plant particles embedded, before it can be carded into batts/rolags. And decided I needed help with that. If you don’t make that effort, the VM just stays in there or on the drumcarder, forever polluting the next fibers and the next.
