I thought I had acquired a reasonably-priced loom for weaving, but what it has turned out to be is an expensive cat toy.
Our new kitten, Ratha, is a barn-cat-turned-house-cat I brought home from Anna Harvey's farm on Saturday, after the Ranch Day event.
Fiber activities will be a particular challenge for awhile, I imagine. I remember from my childhood the boogie-woogie piano tune "Kitten on the Keys" (one my dad used to play) and am inspired to compose "Kitten on the Treadles."
As I write this, she is taking a break from exploring my fiber tools and sleeping in her new bed, which I made from a felted wool sweater. I found the directions to making this clever design on the web and, of course, stuffed it with washed, Jacob sheep wool.
After your exploring stage, will you grow to be a good studio cat, Ratha?
Sure glad I moved the baskets of wool from the floor to hanging from the beams!
We've been waiting SO LONG to have rain. Finally, on Sunday it did. All day.
Wimpy rams sought shelter under the trees.
And we sought shelter in the house, visiting with daughter Alyssa and son-in-law Dave, who were here for two days/ three nights with us.
When they left on Monday, they headed for my favorite place on the whole planet: Silver Lake on the Carson Pass in Amador County.
It's wonderful to pass on your passion for special places to your children!