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this is just so Wonder full.
yesterday, the mystery loom. and then
Gracie of Gracie and the Ontario Meadow
hesitantly offered this. it looks very
much like a storage rack for folding tables
that she has in her wood workroom.
ok. and i just happen to have just such
a wooden folding table out in the shed.
dusted off and set in….mystery solved.

and it is almost more wonder full to me
that this is how it all came out. how
amazing that Gracie in Ontario Canada
reads this blog and comments and i
go outside in New Mexico and alas…!

so, now, what was this storage rack
can somehow in the days to come, become
a little loom frame.

i think it's the work of Grackles.

 

i'd asked someone i clean for, who is a weaver,
where she gets her weaving threads and today
she left these spools out, ones she doesn't want
and also this mystery….
the note said it's a tapestry loom, missing
some parts..?…?…

 

21 in jars for the pantry, 2 pints in the freezer =
no progress on the futon cover. sometimes you need
to give something to get something.

 

this was this morning. the new, in process futon cover tested out…squashed. frumpy.
tomorrow, it will be a different story.

 

i dyed strands of this to use on that little
Girl Scout Loom?
what is it called,?,??
knitcroshene or something?
cotton crochet thread…

 

 

this is beside the front door.
i am watching Jude's small plain girlscout loom. thinking.
these belts belonged to Dora, an extraordinary woman who
has been gone from this plane for a long time. she was
tiny, had a snow white french twist held in place with
a silver comb. she was a Tai Chi Master. there was a
period of time when we needed to wait together in a very
large room with floor to ceiling windows across an expanse
of a wall. at night. outside was a woods and pond and often
the moon. beautiful hard wood floors, no furniture.
space.
Dora would practice her forms while waiting. i would sit on
the floor and watch. she most often wore her black tai chi
jacket and pants. was her "uniform for living" like my denim
jumpers are. was then in her 80's. sometimes her sleeve
would ride up with a elegant and silent gesture and i could
see the numbers tattooed on her wrist from Auschwitz.
she wore these belts that stood out against the black jacket.
there would be two of her…her, and the reflected her in the
windows.
in the second picture, i saw that someone had woven an egg
case. i like that.

 

didn't want it to make "sense"? what if i just
stitched, without knowing anything at all?

 

i have to chase the dogs off the couch everytime i want to see my progress.
i love each and every part of this…have earnestly invisible basted
all seams flat. even that.
there is nothing about this process that i have an urge
to
hurry
through.
there is a steady, concentrated rhythm to it all.

 

i looked at the couch and it occured to me that i
could show you (me) the space right to the right
where i do all this sending