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This was my signal to stop and chuck a load of laundry into the wash to get ready for tonight's festivities.
And now I will quote the great Homer Simpson: D'oh!
This is what happens, when like me, you do not wind the bobbin properly. Dig that knot!
I will now go and start a new bobbin.
I missed Santa's sleigh this year. I'm still weaving. Friends and family should know by now that this should be expected from me. It lends to an air of the continuing holiday spirit. The whole 12 days and whatnot. On the 13th day of Christmas Christine sent to me...
Oh and if you are the friend or family member who sent us the great gift card for D.C. Coast, could you please step forward. The restaurant sent us the card but without any pertinent information, you know, like who it's from.
So what's been happening here in NoVA? Mr. Man's car is still in le shoppe. Possibly it will be let free tonight. Luckily, it's not at the dealer because then he would seriously be raked over the coals. He broke his timing belt and it broke a good many things on the engine all at once. It's going to cost a bit, in fact I'll outline the numbers for you:
$X,X02.37
Yeah, how did they come up with that two dollars and 37 cents? I've left out the heart stopping numbers but you get the idea. In fact, he may be buying a new one before year's end. You know before the prices go up. The above number doesn't even address the other issues with that car. Geesh. Oh, and my truck is now generating a great high pitched whir that comes and goes especially when you take it out of gear. Hmmm? Oh, well.
I guess we're all in the same boat. It's that time of year for health insurance rates to go up and I'm not sure how much extra I will be paying. I haven't seen a doctor at this new fascist facility yet, they chose a doctor for me and then I promptly received a letter stating that the said doctor had left but their nurses and various other white lab coated folk could still take care of me and that was two months ago.
Truth be told I'm not sure where this place is and God forbid I hurt myself anytime soon because I will die on the way there or their emergency helpline nurses will tell me to walk off the broken leg and make an appointment in a month if it still hurts.
And it's almost the New Year. I do have more than my share of New Year's resolutions. There's the same old ones: get into shape (granted pear is a shape), finish this year's weaving, get new health insurance, blahdy-blah. This year though, I need to refine them. Maybe just eating better and actually exercising will help me get into shape. Hmmm. It's an amazing concept, I know.
Oh, hey I do believe I will be attending the Pennsylvania Farm Show this year. My Mom is going to be in a wacky ancient (to me) farmer tradition kind of competition. She'll be using her brother's horses in a male dominated sport. I do believe once she get's over the flu that nailed her immediately after she got home Christmas night, she will rock that ring. My cousin won last year in the middle weight horse event. He's the guy in the checked shirt sporting the 'stache in the second picture down here.
I had some other brilliant babble brewing in my mind, but I do need to get back behind the loom and finish a few gifts.
Loom Cat and Whisky wanted to thank Santa for the box they scored this holiday season. It has proven to be great fun.
It's not about what we get, it's about what we do. Stay true to yourself and to those you hold dear. May the New Year bring glad tidings, hope and new experiences for us all. Loosen the lid of of your box and peek out, break out of the mold and "see what to your wondering eyes should appear..."
Without too much "I told you so"...
A little photo montage of my evening puor vous..
Look at the sunset, it is so beautiful. Hmm, is that rush hour traffic?
Oh my, is that one of those UFOs?
Nope, just a tow truck.
On the way to the repair shop, Mr. Man's sick man mobile needed assistance to go the last five miles.
Last week we picked out our tree and today we were finally able to put it up. It sat out on the porch all week, it was a sad a pathetic sight. And Ta-dahh, it's finally decorated. It's a little lopsided but is a wonderful tree.
And since it's the holidays I'm actively trying to keep the house clean. Back in November I bought a new rug from Ikea, I like the rug but it doesn't hide the cat fur like the old one did and it's one of those rugs that you need to vacuum every stinking day.
I present to you a photo essay with one clean rug and one of our four cats (sorry about the cellphone pictures)
Freshly vacuumed rug:
Whisky notices clean rug:
And reacts accordingly:
I can't win with that rug.
However, I was productive enough to get some more weaving done. In fact! Hold onto your pants! I was able to get one towel completed yesterday to give as a gift and due to time constraints ran out the door last night with it still damp, so no completed picture was taken. Oh, with these towels I'm using 5/2 mercerized cotton.
Spots
Waffles
As this is a weaving, spinning, knitting, and crafty blog I've been pretty quiet over the last week because I've worked and not the crafty kind either which means I did not meet my goal of having things to sell at the Village Marketplace. I have three towels done and a runner started. In fact, I should be working right now instead of blogging. I am effectively playing hooky and it's a Saturday.
To start my day off right on the "I don't wanna" tone, Mr. Man and I took a relatively quick trip out to our local mall and did some Christmas shopping but you know, some of the sales are good and others aren't as nice as last year's.
On the crafty front, as I'm scanning the camera for pictures it looks like the boyfriend has been the super crafty one here, he's trying to make his own circuit boards for well, he did tell me exactly what these were for but it translated in my head to this: little gizmos for him and his co-workers to play with.
Here's the runner I'm stuck on. After three waffle weave towels I quickly tired of the simple treadling pattern and shifted to something more difficult and quickly boogered it up which means I need to advance and start over.
Taa-daa! (With flash)
Without flash:
Maybe after the runner I will go back to the simple waffle weave.
(Click for a larger view)
The green is actually a dark green, the flash makes it look turquoise.
