For a number of reasons it has been a long time since I have written a journal.
It has been months since I have gotten home from the hospital and I have had an epiphany of sorts... Being in the hospital for over a month scared me and scared me bad. I am working on ideas from my journals, sketchbooks, and those that have been floating loose in my head for years. I am afraid this is done with a strong feeling of panic. One of my coworkers has gone so far as to say I am working on my bucket list.
One of my first and oldest passions is the fiber arts. I started as a cub scout learning knots which very quickly grew into macramé. Macramé led to braiding. Braiding led to inkle weaving.
I macraméd a night gown in high school and learned dye work. Between my sophomore year and my junior year ,I studied boutique with some Buddhist Monks.
I built 4 multi harness loom and I do not know how many frame looms over the years and I have never woven on a loom I built. Such is life.
As a matter of fact, I have flown a lot of model rockets and I have built a lot of model rockets but I have never flown a rocket I built. I have flown some I have painted but never one I built.
It has been 20 years since I last sat at a loom. Joanne has given me weaving lessons and I am working on a tapestry of approximately 36 X 30 version of my dancing bull Running Bull From the Cave Wall
and need to have it finished by the end of August.
I am also working on a six foot wide, seven and a half foot tall tapestry loom... Maybe i will get to weave on this one