Just Friday

 

 This morning when I woke up, my thought was it is Friday. The moon was shining in the window. The world was all silvery gray, and the trees, have all of  their bones showing in the moonlight.
There is the silence that comes as if the the world is holding its breath before the sun comes up over Bear Mountain. There is only the barest change as the sun makes its way back to Greenhorn for the summer.

 

I am such a home body that having things to do now, makes me love the days that I am at home. I find that being at home, feels me with such peace. It makes every  thing seem so good. I find ways to take something simple like a vase with flowers gives me joy. Having the luxury of baking rekindles that love I have always had for being at home. Dyeing wool  is like opening a present every time I take a new piece of wool out of the pot. I take it out to hang on the swimming pool fence to dry and watch the magic that happens as the wool dries.

 

 Yesterday, I watched two hummingbirds. One was making this loud call, unlike any bird call I have ever heard. Then the other humming bird was making that sawing noise. One was in branches on one side of the tree and the other on the other side. The female I thought was making the call, but then the male would fly straight up into the air and do a couple of flips and would fly back down and make the sawing sound. Right now, as I walk out in the cold, I notice the birds that fly from tree top to tree top following me. They really don't like it when I stare at them and if they catch me they will fly away. I try to keep my eyes averted.

I have two rugs I have been working on for it seems so long. I was trying to finish my snow man rug yesterday so would have a finish but no luck. I thought I would show you anyway. These are the biggest rugs I have made yet. I have dyed all of the wool for them.

My snowman rug.

It will look better once it is steamed. Steaming rugs always makes it looks so nice. This is a pattern I got by Polly Minick and Laurie Simpson. " Quilts and Rugs." The book is so nice because of all of the full sized patterns.

This whale rug I am pretty sure I have been working on it for three years at least. It is one of the first things I drew out on backing. It is by Polly Minick and the book called, "American Summer.

 

I think once I make it though my stack of rugs I have ready to hook, I will be drawing out more whale rugs. Though Polly Minick has a mermaid rug I really would like to hook. I just don't think it will be in the plans for 2014.

I have all of these old magazines that I have kept for years and years. Every time a magazine would have some of Polly's rugs I would stare at them and wish that I would be able to do that someday. I am so very happy that every time I pick up a rug hook, and run the wool through my fingers or cut a newly dyed piece on my cutter, I am so thankful  that my someday came

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When I went to that Wool show in September, did I tell you I got to see Polly Minick? Do you know what I did? I stood with my mouth open, in mid step, looking like a idiot. She smiled and said hi. I don't know if I even said hi back. Ron was miles across the hotel from me by then and as I ran to catch up, I said, " Did you see Polly Minick? She said hi!! she said hi to me, isn't that cool!!!"  I felt just like one of those fan girls you see at movie premiers.

I have some very important people coming over to hang out with granny. I need to get some stuff ready for the visit. A very good way to spend a Friday.

I hope you have a lovely weekend.
~Kim~

 

" Heaven is a house with porch lights."
" Ray Bradbury---Switch on the Lights."