Just to let you know I am not dead

  Wow, it has been 3 months since last I posted here. I am a bad, bad blogger. It's a good thing I am not trying for any awards or whatever.
  Onward...
  I finished the linen towels and they look great! I can't wait to sell them and get money for more yarn!

  Isn't that a cool pattern?  It's called Viking Twill because it is a pattern developed from a scrap found in a Viking burial. Can you imagine some Olga in her Viking hall weaving this fabric for her lord or lady? Sitting next to a smoky fire, listening to wind or rain outside after a long day of cleaning, baking, and taking care of children the hard way (without Xbox, disposable diapers and internet)?
  I clearly am very imaginative tonight.
  This is what makes history interesting to me, the people behind the dates and places and dry facts they try to make us memorize in school.

More new toys

New stretcher

  Thank you, Federal government for giving us our money back so we can do stuff with it. Among other things, I got to get some weaving stuff.  The stretcher above is one of the things I got, something I have always needed. Also, my wonderful husband bought these for me off of ebay.

  Sixteen inch shuttles with bobbins from a West Tennessee textile factory that closed down a good while ago, according to the seller. The metal ends had some rust on them so I poured a little Coke over it and scrubbed it with a ball of tinfoil. The Son taught me how to do that. Works great on rusty bumpers too! The red Duck tape was to protect the wood.

   The bobbins had some sewing thread-thin yarn on it that is who-knows how old which I had no intention of doing anything but cutting off. Which I promptly did so I could use it for the linen towels I have been working on since October. I should be done with them soon, although I don't yet know what I will be weaving after that.

Also, this---

Because who doesn't like to look at this Viking god of a man?
  Husband:"You know that picture is airbrushed.""You know he's probably a jerk."
  Me:"I just like to look at him! I DON'T CARE!!"
  Cue wolf whistle.

Pictures of life

  I have pictures for you!

This is where my loom now rests in our new apartment, in front of a south-facing window, next to the door to-

-our little second floor balcony. I was in heaven one Saturday a couple months ago: the kids were elsewhere, the husband was sleeping after the night shift, it was sunny, the windows were open, and I listened to the music on my iTunes as I wove. It doesn't get much better. Unless there had been Starbucks.

This is some Viking Twill towels in linen that I am working on. I love the pattern. I got it, like many others, from Handwoven magazine.
  I have found an awesome website called Goodreads. I love that I can catalog my books, write reviews, find new books to read, see what my favorite authors are doing, and enter giveaways (which I have already won one). I have been spending A LOT of time on there.
  Anyway, it is past 1 AM so I had better go to bed. Night, everybody!

Ummmm......

  " Lemme esplain. No, there is too much. Lemme sum up."
   Since August I have moved, had kids start school (3 of them in high school), had a nasty flare up of my gastroparesis, been diagnosed with advanced degenerative disc disease in my neck, and had changes in my duties and partner at my day job. I have not had much time to weave except for the little purses, which I can do at work during my lunch time. Once I finished my beach mat (yeah, I got it done. I haven't taken any pics yet), I had to leave my loom naked so we could move.
   But now things are a little less crazy. The chiropractor working on my neck made the gastroparesis go away, we are happy and (mostly) unpacked in our apartment, and I'm getting used to the new work partner. Oh, and I have warp for some viking twill linen towels tied on to the loom and ready for weaving.
   Let's see if I can post again this month, with pictures this time! Cross you fingers, but don't hold your breath!
   P.S.-Can you name the movie I quoted at the beginning?

Too cute not to share

Warning: This blog has nothing to do with weaving. If you don't like that, tough noogies. This is my blog and I'll put on it what I want.
   I was getting ready for work this past week, brushing my waist-length hair in the bathroom, when I noticed Baby Girl was actually up before noon. (Bedtimes pretty much go bye-bye during the summer at my house.) She asked if she could braid my hair for me. She had to stand on the toilet so she could reach! It was really cute, and she did a pretty good job too.
   Baby Girl is my youngest, my 10-year-old, the child I was pregnant with when my world fell apart and I found out what betrayal feels like. My last baby. She will probably be the last to leave the nest, and that day can take forever coming.
   If she wants to send me to work with 20 pony tails in my hair, I will probably let her.  Before I know it she will be too old, in her mind, to play with Momma's hair.

I have a new toy!

  The Husband and I were at Goodwill last Sunday, looking for a computer desk for him.  I was looking at some exercise pants and he wanders off.  When he comes back, he says he found something I would love.  He was right.

  So far as I can tell, this Singer was made in Italy, some time after 1934.  This sucker is all metal, comes in its own cabinet, and WORKS.  I had to buy a pin to hold to the thread spool since it is missing, but is otherwise in excellent shape. I can't wait to use it!
   Ga-head, ask me how much. Ga-head.
  $30!
  Goodwill is an awesome place.