This Day, Today

This day, today, my heart is hurting.  I am feeling grief over the loss of so much work.  I am one of those folks that has delayed reactions to loss as I am a "get up and let's do what needs to be done" kind of gal.

Over 1000 skeins of Sock yarn went to the dump.  Over 700 skeins of Sport yarn went. And a good amount of Yowza, plus other stuff.  Just a lot of work.  You may think of it as yarn, but I think of it as evidence of my creativity and of my hard work.  And not just my hard work, but the hard work of everyone who works with me. It was the only choice to make, but it doesn't make it easier...and that "body of work" will never be recreated in just that way ever again.  Which is good, because it means I continue to grow and change....but damn.  My mother would have said "Hell's bells and diddly damnation!" That was about the worse she ever cursed, but that meant that things were really messed up.

(If you are reading this and are wondering what happened, please go back a couple of blog entries for the explanation.)

I am dyeing a lot to get ready for Stitches Midwest, but my heart hurts today.  There will be enough (as I believe God says to us)...just definitely not as much as I would have had.

Here's some fiber I dyed last week.

[caption id="attachment_407" align="aligncenter" width="235" caption="Mixed BFL - Unnamed at this Point"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_408" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Denim Yowza on Left and Merino/Bamboo/Silk on right"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_409" align="aligncenter" width="282" caption="Merino/Bamboo/Silk - "Walnut""][/caption]

Then construction of the Cook Shed is occurring.  Okay, we have been calling it the Chapel as my husband says it looks like a Wedding Chapel at this point.  But this is where my gas burners will be so I can have cover year-round.

[caption id="attachment_410" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="The Cook Shed aka the Wedding Chapel"][/caption]

Another view of the Chapel:

[caption id="attachment_411" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="The "Chapel" beside the Studio"][/caption]


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Miss Babs

Okay…not 2:19…I think they have the timer on Pacific time not Eastern time! It was probably 5:19, not much better??


Oh, Babs… one of my customers at Chix With Stix told me about your incident today. I just wanted to add my support. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to lose all of those “babies” (I MOANED just looking at the pictures!), but I SO admire the way you are just picking yourself up and DEALING with it. I will definitely be stopping by your booth at Stitches tomorrow to lend my support with a purchase and a hug, if you’ll allow me. :)


Really? 2:19 AM??? I hope you get 8 hours tonight of peaceful, restful slumber! You dyed some pretty stuff today and I can’t wait to wash it and hang it in the warm breezes tomorrow. Get a bit of Knittin’ done too…your annis misses you!


Like your other friends and followers I grieve with you for the loss of all that creative effort. I also rejoice to see you bouncing back so quickly and so strongly. Love to you and Ron, hugs for all your staff and volunteers.

Miss Babs

Thank you so much…I appreciate all the love!! Hope all is well with you and yours!

Sheila Bosworth

Miss Babs, that “Walnut” roving would be perfect on one of our Walnut Featherweights. Mmmmm, what a nice idea.

Even though Jonathan and I will have our 18th wedding anniversary next month, could we get married all over again in your Chapel, surrounded by fiber?

Love you lots!

Sheila B

Miss Babs

You’re too funny! But that idea reminds me of that wonderful wedding dress that the shepherdess in Ireland made using Cotswold curls – here’s a picture of her with one of her sheep.

bj of LaColline

Having not signed up for RSS feed yet, perhaps someone else is already singing, “Goning to the Chapel”. Of course the line ‘gonna get married’ should be replaced with, “..and we’re gonna get dyeing!”.

Now is the time to let the tears fall. God gave them to us as a tool to help wash our eyes and heart, to help clear our sight for both. Then the road ahead will be fresh and clean. hugs, bj

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