I apologized and he was mad. I don't blame him, but dude, I'm sorry and what do you want me to do? Slit my throat? Here's the insurance card.
So, I have to tell my husband that when he gets home. He already knows about the broken-in-car incident. He's so tired from 13 hour time changes and travels to three countries. I'm tired, too. I will have to plan something very special to break the news.
On the other hand, a woman came up to me at the market because someone told her I was "the weaver" there. She gave me a bag of bobbins, a bobbin winder, a cone stand, and some shuttles. She wasn't weaving anymore. I asked her how much for this and she said, "Nothing. Enjoy them." And I almost cried (big surprise). I'm speechless. What a good, generous person.
What a confusing month.
Now for some eye candy, because nobody wants to look at a huge block of text.
Here is my latest scarf from mohair I bought at Rhinebeck from Kid Hollow Farm. I made two and I'm keeping one for myelf.
Note to self: brushed mohair is very difficult to weave on a regular loom. I think you need a rigid heddle loom. But I'm glad I didn't know that first because they did come out beautiful!
Hi Leslie! So sorry to hear of your troubles. Just remember that things are bound to get better! It's hard to think only of the good in the world (like a stranger providing you with free weaving supplies and asking nothing in return) when there is so much bad.
ReplyDeleteYour new scarf is lovely, by the way. I adore mohair and these colors are so complementary to each other.
Sending a cyber hug your way! Theresa
Thank you, Theresa! Things are better! The anticipation of telling bad news is usually worse than the results - especially if one preps for it with wine and cookies!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you ran into that woman after "running into" that man. It was your turn for a little happy ...
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