Thursday, December 4, 2025
Soap Box Time
Wednesday, December 3, 2025
Winding Warps
More angst on line about warp winding, warp beaming, general dissatisfaction with the whole warp dressing process.
The End of the Year
I must be a pagan from another age because the solstice as 'end of year' makes a lot more sense to me than Dec. 31.
For decades I would arrive at the solstice completely exhausted. The bulk of my income for the year would be generated, one way or another, by the time of the solstice and I would tend to go into a kind of stasis and begin to re-charge my batteries for the coming new year.
Things have changed little since 'retirement' (for certain values of) and frankly I have almost no energy or desire to grab the new year and let it drag me along with it.
Yesterday was challenging. It was not unexpected, but draining, nonetheless. And it will lead to more 'work' for Doug when he's already taking care of me full time.
I had hoped by now to be feeling better after the last procedure, but I'm not. Every day is more of a challenge than I prefer to deal with. Beginning to feel like Sisyphus, dragging myself out of bed, grab that gigantic rock of my life and start rolling it up the hill. (Typo made that 'hell' and I nearly left it.)
The grey dreary days don't help. The current political climate (not to mention the actual climate) make the days lengthen before me. I hold onto the thought that beginning in about two weeks the sun will begin it's return journey northwards and spring surely awaits with its promise of life and renewal.
I am preparing to begin work on the next article for WEFT, but we got sidetracked by doing some de-cluttering, then yesterday happened and we have to re-calibrate to accommodate the events that wound up taking up most of Doug's day.
But I am reminded there are good people out there, willing to lend a hand, lighten the load. If we listen to a certain segment of the people, you would never know that the kindness of strangers, as well as neighbours, still exist. But it does and we need to remember that, too.
Today I'm going to see if I feel up to winding the sample warp for the article. Plus I'm hoping to get to the loom. But we'll see.
Sending light and love to all.
Tuesday, December 2, 2025
GIVINGTUES25
From time to time Blurb will offer a discount on book purchases. Just now got an email saying that if someone uses the coupon code GIVINGTUES25 between now and Dec. 11 they will receive a 25% discount.
Considering that they do NOT take the discount away from the authors, this is a very good deal - for me and anyone who wants a copy of my books.
And of course, Magic in the Water.
Just yesterday I saw a question from a new weaver asking how to wet finish their handwovens, so if you know a new weaver, maybe let them know about this discount?
(Any questions or issues with Blurb, do contact *them* not me. This is a Blurb initiative, not mine...)
PS - figured I should put the link here....
Sunday, November 30, 2025
Best Gift
Doug and I don't need much and if we need something we go buy it. So gifts generally amount to us saying 'what do you want? OK, happy birthday. Or Christmas. Or whatever.'
My office is the smallest bedroom in the house and since there are a shit tonne of office type 'jobs' I have done over the years, the workspace got crammed with decades (literally) of computer stuff. Software, hardware, supplies.
Over the years I have tried to clear some of the clutter but never very successfully. I could work, but it was cramped.
Lately, since I've been working at clearing out the studio, it has begun to really wear on me at the state of my office. Then the printer threatened to die and needed to be replaced before I was in the middle of a big job. I found the exact same printer for sale (one only! On sale!) and figured at least the ink cartridges I had purchased as back up (all those dark o'clock last minute print jobs that needed doing - which is when a cartridge will run out!) would not go to waste. So I bought it.
But that meant getting rid of the old printer and I thought, why waste a trip to the electronic recycle place - time to go through all that computer crap overflowing the shelves in the office? But I couldn't do it by myself so I asked Doug for help.
We've just spent the better part of two days (and by we, I mean mostly him) taking crap down off the shelves, sorting through the various boxes and stuff, and then tossing the item into the appropriate bin for dealing with next week.
Is the office tidy? No. Far from it! I am me, after all.
But I no longer feel like I'm working in a avalanche zone. There are things that still need to be dealt with, but I'll keep working on those. The recycle stuff will be gone and one load of clutter will be removed from the house.
Trying to get my shit together is a long, drawn out affair. We have lived in this house for 50 years. I've run a business out of my basement and the office - a complex one, because weaving and teaching weaving *is* complex. I've had to learn new technology - at least as well as I could in order to use it.
Now I'm in my twilight years, and I need to keep moving forward. I need to keep trying. Keep clearing out clutter. Because I don't want to saddle him or my friends after I go. Or at least any more than I can help it.
Making these decisions isn't always easy. There are still things I can't let go of - yet. But I consider this work that we did the Best Christmas Present. Ever.
Saturday, November 29, 2025
Memories
In doing a clear out of the office, I found this notice of my father's death in 1975.
This time of year has become a bit of a memory hole. My father's birthday was Nov. 21. My brother's birthday was Dec. 2. And while I rarely remember death dates, I always remember birth dates.
The office clear out is happening due to needing a new printer. As I looked at the shelves of...things...lining the walls of the room (a very tiny room, truth be told) I realized most of what was stored there was redundant.
Old computer program manuals, antique computer stuff. I mean who knew that CDs would blow through and become irrelevant so quickly? (Yes, I still have a large tube of blank CDs, don't judge me.)
My father didn't read. Not that he didn't want to, he never really learned. But he respected education and encouraged both of us kids to get an education. I was targeted by the school system as being 'smart' - enough to potentially go to university. If I had I would have been the first in the family - both sides. But that never happened, in part because dad got sick and there was no money to send me to Vancouver. Instead I got a very good paying job out of high school at the telephone company and suggested that I would like to take a 'gap' year and travel to Sweden to meet my pen friend. I didn't think either parent would be in favour, but surprisingly they were amazingly supportive, saying that if I didn't squander my paycheque I could continue to live at home rent free and save my money for the trip.
Then followed all the planning - how to get over there, etc. (Train across Canada, freighter from Montreal to Oslo, then figuring out the train to Örebrö. etc. Then how to get home again - train to Stockholm, taxi to Arlanda, fly to Vancouver.)
When this little clipping from the local newspaper dropped out of one of the books I was taking off the shelf, memories whelmed up. The year dad died. The year I chose to become a weaver. And all the twists and turns my life went through to get me here, to this place and time.
All the support I received from my brother to bring my dreams into being (Magic in the Water). And how people say that it is a 'classic' of the craft. I'm still taken aback when I see that - except that I worked damned hard to produce it. So I am incredibly grateful that so many people still find it helpful and useful 22 years later.
Since then, 3 more books. Years of writing articles. Years of schlepping around the continent teaching for guilds. Etc.
And mostly the town I live in knows nothing of this. When my brother died it was nearly standing room only in the church. When my mom died, the hall was nearly full. When I die? Well, I have a few friends, but honestly? It's not a big deal if it's a small gathering. Most of my 'friends' are 'away'.
There is nothing like doing a serious de-clutter to start you thinking about things. Maybe things I should have been thinking about before now. But taking care of things seems like a timely activity right now. And no one really knows how long they have on this mortal coil, so dealing with one's mess is not a bad thing. It just stirs up so many memories!
But I did decide to keep one binder that was on the shelf. The mock up of the original Magic in the Water. I just can't seem to make myself throw it in the recycle bin. Not yet, anyway.
Mockup with the blank page to hold the samples (before and after wet finishing), photo of the finished item - 3 piece suit, and the draft info. The printer wanted to make sure he understood what I wanted and did a test run in black and white to make sure. That was the day I knew I had A Book...
Holiday Season
I suppose if I want to sell more books/classes I need to keep reminding people of how and where to find them?
As usual, 3 of my books are available in either pdf or print versions at Blurb. I'm actually quite proud of this one, but it doesn't seem to have gained much traction. I sent promo copies out and so far as I know none of them were 'reviewed'. They can be purchased at Blurb. It is a collection of 'essays' ranging from thoughts about weaving to some actual technical information. I documented the development of the line of tea towels I wove two years ago in this book.
My 'memoir' is available at ko-fi as pdf download only. A Thread Runs Through It talks about some of the things I did as a professional production weaver. And some of the things I learned - about myself and others, not to mention a tonne of stuff about weaving and being in the business of weaving.
My classes are still available at School of Sweet Georgia and Long Thread media. Might make a nice gift for a new weaver.
As North America (in particular) enters this holiday season, I send light and love to everyone.
Above all, be kind. And if you can't be kind, cut annoying people out of your life. You don't need that kind of negativity. Not now, not ever.
