Weaver Rebooted

Worked on this; there are still tension problems but decided to stay on course.

While listening to this; which included lyrics like, "Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand. Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die," and "So I made her the queen of my double wide trailer, with the polyester curtains and the redwood deck," and the most memorable, "An' I like my women just a little on the trashy side."

Lined up all "work/experimental" warps in one place, because I kept wanting to make warps rather than to weave, this is like the horrible-lung pics on cigarette packaging. And don't they look unattractive put together, LOL. Personal/family warps are scattered around the stash room; I am aware of four, and sure hope that's all I've made, but I haven't actively looked. You know how it is; you go looking for one thing and find several other things you didn't know you were missing but not the one thing?

Gathered all the unfinished paper projects, (postcards, journals, and the design work kit,) on the kitchen table; they were scattered around the house to be looked at and considered and I forgot how many or the places I scattered. Easter eggs. The design kit refuses to live anywhere but the living room coffee table, however.

Noticed I'm missing a few things, not recently but over the last two years: among them is Mom's, the cute pink notebook from Jane, the purple and orange scarf from Joan, and an envelope of handwoven bookmarks from Rose. And possibly a scarf my friend Kate, brought back from her big trip to South America. My life was so hectic from Nov 2011 to Sept 2013; I know this because I wrote those long-delayed letters last week. I really can't remember much, but I think the temple is somewhere in the stash room with other stick-y things; the pink notebook is, I hope, in one of my bags/purses as I carried it around at one time not as a notebook but as a talisman; the rest, at different times I brought along to show other weavers/textilist, and I can only hope I didn't lose them. Yikes.

Decided not to worry about the garden until March at the soonest. Lights are definitely autumnal but still too hot and sunny; that's the story I'm sticking to. Because the red warp beckons.