EVERYONE this past year has been through their share of… well, total shit. Some people baked bread and learned how to feed and name their sourdough starters, some people became involved with political issues (that opened a ton of cans of worms), and some of us did all of those and more.
FOR ME, the pandemic made many changes and at first, they were manageable; work schedule changes, getting used to masks, having more time at home and making do with what we could get from online shopping, and only venturing out masked and gloved when absolutely necessary. I baked, cooked, started learning French, knit… worked a lot from home and spent a lot of time just wandering around the house, doing nothing… it was all so exhausting. The only bright spots of my days were constantly pissing off relatives on Facebook who were pro-trump and anti-democracy.
LATER in the year, my beloved mother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer and passed away just 3 short months later. As so many people learned, it sucks to take care of someone you love yet not be able to hold them, hug them, or be with them when they have to go to the hospital because asshole people in the rest of the country refused to be smart and mask when asked and a bad pandemic became the worst pandemic imaginable for this day and age.
I HAD to find a way to relieve my stress and later heartache. My husband and I consoled each other, but without being able to have the consolation of being with the rest of our family due to Covid restrictions and people just being douche-bags when it came to virus control. Having been a long-time knitter, spinner, crocheter, I felt that it was time to try one more thing that I have always wanted to do…weaving. In July of 2020, I broke down and bought an Ashford 8-shaft table loom…
…THUS the monster was born. Join me as I discuss my weaving, the weaving of others, maybe the occasional recipe, and other things in life. Don’t get offended, the page is mine and contains my thoughts and nothing is verboten.