Thursday, February 20, 2020

Creating Spaces

Our big flooring project turned out beautifully. The Man did an amazing job and the downstairs glows with rustic warmth.

Ceramic tile surrounds the fireplace. Laying tile was a new experience for The Man and he said, "I hope I never have to do it again." That's too bad, he does excellent work.

The upstairs bedroom, the Swatch project - my Crafting room - well, it's everything I dreamed about. I love my beautiful space.

The view looking out the window in the morning,

and in the afternoon.

Although I'm still settling into the Crafting Room and figuring out how to arrange my things (the room changes daily), I'm currently trying out my new-to-me Swatch Maker 3-in-1 loom and weaving a little mug rug to match the room's area rug. I'm excited to be using my handspun wool for warp.

Woohoo, Navajo-Churro sheep wool makes a strong warp! That bit of cobweb yarn made me nervous but my spun singles are (so far) holding up to the weft-faced weaving.

Since I was in my Crafting Room I decided to ply the yarn I had spun the day before. It's an Alpaca Blend (60% Alpaca "Relay" and 40% Corriedale wool), grown by Teresa C.

Teresa C. with her lovely luscious Alpaca and Alpaca Blends

The fiber asked to be spun Supported Long Draw so I complied and spun ~ 0.5 oz on the wee wheel, Electric Eel Wheel Nano, my "travel wheel".

Yesterday I wound off the spun single onto my hand and - tada - an Andean Plying Bracelet.

Next both ends were held together and plied (twisted) on the Electric Eel Wheel 5.2, my "plying wheel". The two singles (usually) wind off of the wrist easily and smoothly.

I'm very happy with my 2-ply yarn sample. Less than half an ounce of fiber resulted in 14+ yards of soft, squishy, lofty yarn. I'm looking forward to spinning the rest of the 9 ounce bump of fiber.

Yes, I know I am very fortunate to have a special creative space as well as a (mostly) patient Handy Man to help me create my dreams.

Sunday, January 12, 2020


swatch: (1) a sample of cloth or other material, (2) a sample, patch, or characteristic specimen of anything.

The decision was made before Thanksgiving. The downstairs carpet needed cleaning before our Holiday guests arrived. And, you know, since the cleaners were going to be here anyway they might as well clean a few areas upstairs as well. The quoted price was over $300. Big bucks.

The downstairs carpet was looking pretty shabby so instead of cleaning we opted to replace the carpet with "Luxury Vinyl Plank Flooring". It looks like wood but better - scratch, stain, and waterproof, i.e. dog-proof. We got 32 boxes of "Trail Oak", nearly a full pallet. Bigger bucks.

It was going to be a big project so we decided to work on a smaller project first. Off and on for the past year I had been yammering suggesting that I needed a larger workspace. My "creativity" had grown beyond the bounds of my craft room and as my enthusiasm for hand spinning grew so did my bins of fiber supply.

The Man encouraged me to take over one of the two guest bedrooms. I grappled with the idea because I did like my overnight guests to be comfortable. In the end, I liked the idea of having a "studio" better.  I bought a Queen-sized Aerobed and The Man started work on the larger guest bedroom.

New lighting.

My new room is finished and it's a beautiful space. Right now it's housing some furniture as work gets underway downstairs. But I did manage to move a few of my things in.

Like I said, it's a beautiful space, thanks to The (Handy) Man.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Special Day 2020

Each day is usually a good day.

But today seemed different. Fresher.

A little more special.


A little more glorious.

I could feel it in the air.

Happy New Year, 2020.

Monday, November 11, 2019

Out And About: CCW Retreat 2019

Central Coast Weavers Guild Retreat
Camp Ocean Pines
Cambria, CA
November 8-10, 2019

You were dreamin'
On a park bench
'bout a broad highway somewhere

When the music from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your heart out there

 Past the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down 
To wrap you in her warmest coat

And you ask
What am I not doing
She says
Your voice cannot command
 In time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands


Still you argue for an option
Still you angle for your case
Like you wouldn't know a burning bush
If it blew up in your face

Yeah, we scheme about the future
And we dream about the past
 When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts


 And you ask
What am I not doing
She says
Your voice cannot command
In time you will move mountains

And it will come through your hands

Through your hands


 So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with all your heart


There are thoughts enough
 To blow men's minds
And tear great worlds apart

 There's a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere

To lift you high
 As music flyin'
Through the angels' hair

Don't ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands.

Through Your Hands, John Hiatt, 1990

Thank you to the CCW Guild for the Scholarships "Camperships" which allows first-timer Guild members an opportunity to attend the Camp Ocean Pines Retreat.

The Cousteau Cabin Newbies

Thank you to the Sharing Hands: Flo, Kathy, Nancy, iRene, Rich, Jannie, Carol, Teresa, Roberta, Glenda, Ginny, and Cindy.

Monday, September 23, 2019

Fall Is

Fall happened today.

It showed up like an invited guest.
We had been waiting.

 I look forward to my daily spin wrapped in cool crispness.

The Man journeyed out for his own spin.
Heading north on Highway 1.



Fall is in the air.

September 23, 2019