The Lesson
Life has taken unexpected twists and turns. I was very disappointed that my summer art camp at the Schweinfurth was cancelled this week. I am trying to be positive: family is coming to visit, we are all trekking to Poppa's 90th birthday party, it lessens the load as I take Sarah to therapy three times a week, etc.
I need a gift for my step mother-in-law when we go to the birthday party. I threw on a warp last week I call, "The New York Times" ("what's black and white and red all over?").
I think it will make a nice guy scarf, but it's not for her. It's more a manly man scarf. It's short, due to the felting, and really fluffy. Enough to fold over your chest. Yes, a chest-warmer-type scarf to tuck in an overcoat.
Now we are on countdown to leaving; the pressure is on. I have only hours. I threw on another warp yesterday, sat at the loom. Nope. This is not right either!
She likes green; wears green. But not bright green. More like olive, or sage, or a dusty, darker green. So my backup plan is to give her the cotton chenille scarf that did not sell at the show.
I'm so cranky! I am realizing it's because I don't have time to weave. I'm out of sorts. I'm not working through anything. I miss that quiet space I go to to heal, renew, restore and refresh.
So this is my lesson: When you think you don't have time to weave, that is when you need it the most!
Okay. So where's the loom?
Abu
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