Grrr spent the day watching the Mueller show and i refuse. at this point all politics makes me angry. i don’t believe anybody and have decided that greed rules the world and nobody can change it within the foreseable future.  Mother Earth will have to cleanse itself and start over. read this and ruin your whole day. https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2019/07/22/trump-is-building-chaos-machine/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.8fd2fb21db8f

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          am greatful i have A/C in the studio room. am  currently back on my looms and trying to build inventory for the big fall sale at Sun Dial this November.  dish towels is my zen. i’m happiest sitting here watching the fell line move up. am on towel 5 out of 10.  weaving dish towels does not take much thought and i started musing on how and why people learn to weave or what they do for a past time.  (around here it’s generally golf).

          i was a co- teacher for our local beginning teacher for one of her classes. just listening to her made me realize the amount of knowledge and expericene that goes into creating one item. she explained on a limited basis how looms work, the principles of structure, uses of the assorted tools and vocabulary. she only covered the necessary highlights and it was frightening to think of what they didn’t know and will have to learn by ‘doing’ 

         Weaving has a long and fascinating history. it was considered skilled labor until the industrial revolution. there are still discussions regarding weaving as a craft or an art form. you get to choose. somehow i don’t feel comfortable being labeled as a craft person or an artist. i call myself a textile technician. 

          todays weaver usually only has experience and skill with a specific part of the entire process.  Occasionally the weaver is also a spinner and has knowledge to card and spin the purchased raw fleece or cotton . the weaver will never meet nor care for the animal or plants her selection came from. 

          personally i started with Amy and Abraham, my lincoln long wools. learned how to de-worm, clip hooves, mix the feed and all the other daily chores that come with live stock. then comes lambing season. Yikes.  that was so much work. Anyway in my weaving history i can state that i’ve started with shearing a sheep and weaving a poncho. once was enough.  

          as for spinning cotton for a dish towel.  never again. one of Grrr’s brothers sent me a pillow case full of freshly picked cotton.  and just because you can spin wool it has no relationship to spinning cotton balls. 

          back to the process. there is an army of people out there employed to expertly do all the different processes that enable me to purchase a cone of cotton, wool or linen. (thank goodness!)

          somebody picks it or at least drives the machinery, or shears the sheep, the mill cards and spins it, the dyer colors it and wraps it on cones. it gets shipped to a shop and i buy it. it’s an entire industry.  i have basic knowledge of all of these steps but choose to go shopping. 

          Well, that was an interesting detour.         

Enough musings. here’s a quilt of mine i just took off Lola. picked up 4 more from the quilt club this morning so it’s time to get busy. 


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           it’s so hot so we’ve been hibernating at home except for grrr’s dr appointments with more to come. he got his pre-op for the cataract surgery done and  i have his medications all lined up. i picked up my new glasses and have adjusted to the prisms. driving for the first time was a thrill. 

                 saw this on FB and couldn’t pass it up. besies the attitude it even looks like Louie. he wouldn’t believe it even if you could prove it. have learned he hates thunder. no panic attack but he gets twitchy.  moved under the bed covers and tried to lay across my stomach. too hot and he’s too heavy. we compromised. 

          till next time.