I have a very small indigo vat brewing. There is only so much you can fit in the one room you might be heating for the winter. But it's real warm near the wood stove. So today there is blue sky and blue on cloth. I have also added Instagram to the left sidebar. I did this for a reason that might become apparent later. Of course some of you have already found me there. At this point it is just a placeholder. And curiosity. No need to follow me there if you are here.
I like this little strip of cloth. It is nice just like that. I like it because I did weave it myself. And it's nice because it is the beginning of something.
4 more inches of snow yesterday before it began to rain a bit toward evening. It seems a bit like the moon here. The man went out and took a few pics last night, because he was feeling a bit better and the lights near the driveway were buried in ice and snow and it all looked so strange.
Today is my birthday. I am 63. My gift was a new computer. It has a new operating system to learn and there are many files to be transferred and many things to be set up. It will take me about a week to get everything in order I think. It's OK. A chance to UnDo some techno clutter. And a better configuration to handle video.
We are still a bit under the weather but on the mend.
Still sleeping fireside on the fold out couch. Which gives Soul-o a friendlier view. I received a kiss this morning. A lick on the face that woke me. A little whisker tickle and a little sandpaper tongue on my cheek.
I took this woven panel (from one of my boro workshops) down from the wall today and extended it. This big winter has changed my sense of scale.
It's raining. It's warmer. Even though the cold will return next week, a sense of spring fills me.
The little Japanese hand shears were a gift. Aren't they lovely? I love them. I dyed the indigo wool as I went along. Just enough. Finger woven. Very fine wool on a plied cotton indigo dyed warp. Cozy feel. More body than the silk warp.