Thursday, November 10, 2016

It's Alive, It's Alive!

The Gorge
Life, what a time was had by all.  I just took a look and here it has been  almost a year since I posted last.  What a lot is going on in my world.

How about yours?

Lots of changes down the road and already happening.  Trying to go with the flow and not worry.

Holiday Open House at My Studio this Year!
Saturday, December 3rd, 10-4.
Shiprock from 45 miles away at dawn
New handspan runners
New Blanket Flowers In New Yard
New Yard
Loopers for Open House
Loopers for Open House

Sunday, December 27, 2015

All Good Dogs Go To Heaven

Barrywhite at 13 years
Barrywhite at 6 months

One of my  best friends ever left this earth yesterday after a very full and wonderful life.  He will be missed by all who knew him. Barrywhite came to us right before we left on our honeymoon almost 14 years ago.  He was was on the lam from a recent neutering and happy go lucky as can be.  When we came home 10 days later we found he  had temporarily gone down to the neighbors to hang and then came back to our house.  I was so in love with that big hunk of black dog.  My main dog at the time Sally was crazy about him because she could boss him around and he adored her. He stayed just long enough to get vaccinated and groomed and then someone pulled up one day and he jumped in their truck and they drove away.  A year later he was back and ready to be finally mine.(and Sally's)

He had a lot of quirks.  A sense of humor and deceptively sneaky he could be.  He loved to play tricks on me and he loved to be chased by little dogs.  His best friend after Sally passed on was a cat named Marco Polo that lived down the street who later came to live down here as well.  He had a girlfriend named Inga that lives up the road and she was about his age and they made a good pair patrolling the neighborhood every morning when I would let him out checking out things to make sure all was well.

I miss his noisy panting and the clicking of his nails on the tile at night or in the morning as a wakeup call.  I miss his always cheerful disposition that he displayed every day of his life.  I even miss stumbling over him in the dark when I get up and roam the house at night.  The cats miss him, my husband misses him and his Aunt Karen and her family will miss him as well I am sure as he was down there every morning for his treat and helped keep her menagerie in order(or so he thought).

The unconditional love of a dog is unlike any other.  A precious gift with no judgement or agenda.  I have been so fortunate to have the love of several great dogs in my life, but I truly think Barry's love was the biggest of all. He was big and black and beautiful with a very, very deep voice and the sweetest dog I have ever known. Safe journey my precious boy.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Been Far Too Long...

I am a slacker, I have to admit it.  You just have to make a commitment to blog.  It seems that there are so many things to do in the world that making time for even more time on the computer can be a difficult task.  Same way with weaving you just have to make the time commitment and it will come. 

I have been very fortunate this year. I was very happy to be in a one day demo with my local weaving guild, The Northwest Arkansas Handweaver's Guild, at Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art museum store on November 1st, 2014.  As a result of that demo I am now selling my work in the museum store.  I am honored to be part of their Regional Artisans Program.

The year ahead promises to be a very busy and productive one. I can't wait to get back to the rhythm of busy life.  Let the snow melt and the Spring begin.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

It's Looper Time

This is the time of the year when I weave cotton looper rugs to pay for my "wool habit".  While not nearly as rewarding technically or financially it is fun, as I only do this once a year, to see what emerges from my looper stash.  I had decided not to dye this year, but who knows I may change my mind.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

It's About Time...

I have been remiss again.  I have been so busy with my life I have forgotten to post. Actually I am just putting it off until I have some pics to share and here they are.
The 2014 Holiday Art Sale Group
looper rugs for the show
churro warp and weft
cat approved

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Moving On

A little weaving going on, but more interesting to me right now are all the flowers blooming and the veggies growing.  I love Spring!

Tuesday, May 6, 2014


I was gob-smacked by love, blinded by love, and so just plain old totally in love with him.  And then I had to let him go.  A new man sauntered into my comfy agreeable life just six weeks ago and this morning he flew away with the angels and left me here to mend my broken heart.

My husband and I were sitting here just six weeks ago tonight watching the TV and we looked out the window and there was the most beautiful cat sitting on the grill looking in the window.  I went out to make friends. He was shy and scared and skin and bones.  I christened him Spooky and began feeding him.  He came back every night a little earlier and left the porch the next morning a little later every day.  I have no idea where he spent those first days but he spent every night outside the window tolerating viciously hurled insults from our two other cats who are inside cats.

I sat with him and held him every night in the dark on the porch and fell madly and deeply in love.  "Can I keep him please?" I begged my husband.  I knew we didn't need another cat especially one that went in and out, but he acquiesced and  I took him to the vet and got him all tested and vaccinated and hoped it would work out with my other cats.  I brought him in and put him in our spare bedroom that I use as an office and that was that.  He and I spent every night together and he was the perfect cat for me and I was the person he had been waiting for.  He trotted along side me every day when I would walk to work around the garage and over to the office. Trotted, just like a dog.  I had never a seen a cat do such a thing. My clients who could tolerate cats thought he was great and so did I.

Last week the cruel hand of fate dealt Spooky and me a terrible blow.  Out of nowhere Spooky became ill.  Fatally ill.  A high fever from out of the blue raged for 6 days in his still thin body.  Not Bobcat Fever which had claimed two of my other cats several years ago, but something beyond diagnosis, something malevolent and unknown.  Between two different vets and after countless tears  with no hope left, I had to let him go.  I couldn't stand to see him in pain and I didn't want to prolong his life if it was not meant to be.

Spooky taught me a lesson about the room in my heart for love.  Love is good.  I had so much to give him and he doubled it back to me in just six weeks and taught me so much more.  There is always room for love.