Here is a little rag bench rug from the sauna, that I packed with a kitchen fork when I wove it years and years ago, that's still a favorite of mine. Today I started a fresh scarf on the 22" Norwood loom. Amy Arnold's summer kids look cute hanging out in the store. When I cross the creek I stop to dip up water in that red plastic bucket to pour on the nasturtiums in the flower pots and the gingko tree.
Today an Amish man with a long gray beard walked in to the store and said he'd been looking around the neighborhood for some hay they could cut, since it's been so droughty. Could they cut in our field?
We haven't cut hay off that old field in years and years, I said.
It is what it is, he said.
It kills me when an old white bearded Amish guy says something like, It is what it is.
"it is what it is"
I think that I will adopt them..... instead of the whining and fretting that have consumed me for the last week!
Dislocated elbow turned into a broken arm.....
so.... no weaving, or spinning, or dyeing for a couple of months.
When life gets me down, I try to live by "it is what it is." Sometimes it works, sometimes not.
Sometimes very simple things, like that photo of the red pail on the bridge, are so lovely that the smile they bring help bring me out of the "woe is me" stage.
Julie, I think he might be sneaking a look at someone's internet. Maybe he has an iPhone in his buggy.
So so sorry about your arm! I hope you'll be patient and let it really heal.
When it's really hot, I indulge in self pity assuaged by potato chips
i, too, am often surprised by what the amish here adopt from the english culture! lovely textile, too.
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