Peaceful Day
A day without the windchimes clanging is rare. The little flag on the corner of the drive is indicating a southeast breeze with temps at 37 degrees.
It is almost noon and I am not sprouting a whole lot of energy. This week we had three trips to Mankato for medical and dentist, got twelve tip in windows cleaned, and lightened the load on the first floor by visiting the attic. The living room ceiling isn’t showing signs of stress by bowing due to that visit, so we are good to go.
One of my older carpet rag rugs is showing signs of some warp strings having broken. Down to the studio to do a bit of zig zagging to give some saving grace. When Orlin had bought a four harness Flying Shuttle loom from a gal in Willmar, Mn., we were in it to make rugs! $.10 a foot. We set it up in the basement of our then farm home.
Somehow a woman from the metro found out that we were looming. She and her sister drove out to visit. We agreed to the job that she laid out. She would bring out the wool carpet rag balls that had been cut from coats to the width that we had instructed. Talk about carpet rag balls of many colors. Our loom wove up to 42″ wide. We ordered the warp in the burgundy color she wanted from Lima, Ohio. As we wove with the wool we would release the brake often and unroll the woven length to allow the wool to relax. The length was important as she had someone that would weave multiple lengths of our looming into a room sized rug. Yes, we charged more than $.10 a foot.
Hmm. Talk about memories that can be brought to the forefront while mending my little yard-long rug that rests in front of our kitchen range.
Yesterday when I was going to post a photo, I then realized that a Windows 10 update had been done. About the time that this Grammie has something nailed down . . . it is subject to change. These small wreaths bring a smile to me when I glance out of my bathroom window. Just as many wreaths that face our way, Jan has facing her home. Sweet.
I think Dennis was in for a long winter’s nap this forenoon. His white hair is barely visible as he is snuggled into his heavy polar fleece blanket. As busy as I was this last week . . . guess who was right beside me! Whatever short comings we each have, the other is there to lend what is their strength. It works very well for us.
These next days the ornaments come out of storage to adorn the tree.
A new week and it sounds like a weather change. My nephew, Eric, from the Duluth area sent a photo of . . . white. Hmm, I kind of like the green and brown.