shaking through
okay, first with the cheerful pictures. I keep desperately waiting for some glimpse of spring. I’m tired of winter, and I think we could all use a bit of warmth around here. So, here are some more crocuses.
I hate to say this, but they’re dead now. Back to looking for tiny buds of something in the underbrush by the side of the road. Maybe I should plant some daffodil bulbs for next year. Maybe that can tide me over until the plum trees blossom and freak me out. Why freak me out? Because I keep thinking my plum trees are actually cherry trees, and when they blossom two months before the cherry trees, I panic, thinking its a sign of the end times. And then I remember that its a plum tree. It’s that Japanese cherry tree festival– totally messes me up everytime it’s on the news. What? but my cherry tree bloomed weeks ago!
Okay, I just spent way more time than I thought I would on that one.
Moving on.
Here’s the exciting piece of news. Introducing…
Matt!
Yes, I’m probably the only one who finds it funny that I named my loom Matt. This is a brand spanking new 16 inch Ashford Rigid Heddle loom. The exact one I priced out a half a year ago (though I was after the 20 inch) that made its way into my life at a handsomely reduced price. Yay! Warping was quite the adventure, but now that I’ve figured it out, it makes a lot more sense and is going a lot quicker. I warped up and wove a 14 inch by 50 inch thingy (using Kauni I bought last year at Fibrefest) in about three days, between sobbing baby and all the other biznitch I have going on.
But now my problem is that my brain has become obsessed with trying to figure out how to make different weaves. I’m not even sure what the capabilites of this loom are, so maybe my brain is trying to figure out how to do things that are impossible. (Which would make me feel better, as I’m really struggling with this. I do not have a geometrically/visually minded brain, and can be befuddled as to wear to put a button hole, even with an knit up cell phone cosy in front of me. This makes my dad laugh in disbelief.) Anyway, I keep staring at our dish towels and the wool blanket on my bed and the Harrod’s scarf I was given, staring and trying to figure out if I could do that, and how do I make the yarn less compressed, and how to I get drape and and and…) Anyway, this ought to keep me busy for a while.
Speaking of keeping busy. Guess who’s teething? 
Yes, barely three months old, and little Count Droolius is going strong. Of course, everyone in my family who has had a baby tells me he’s not teething, and this is because their kids teethed much later. My friend Donna told me of course he could be teething (this makes me think that her kids teethed early). I figure if he’s drooling constantly, runs a fever off and on, and has a vampire bat chomp on anything that fits in his mouth (including, as you can see, my hand), he’s probably teething. Man, can that kid bite! even without teeth. If he had teeth, I could probaly lift my arm and suspend him by his grip.
Oh, and of couse, all my hair is falling out. I blame him for that. Ugh. It’s disgusting. But I digress.