Bagging up mohair locks for consignment, as I won’t be selling anything in person this year.

Maybe there’ll never be a fair again. Maybe they’ll forget how to have one.

I dyed 16 colors so far and then they canceled the fair; so screw the last two colors.

Now I think I will package some of it up in little bags to consign at 6 Loose Ladies, if they’ll still have me.

Fixing the flaws in my rug. On the screen porch as evening turns to night. Radio playing quietly next to me, accompanied by insect racket. Beautiful world.

How the day began; and how it ended:

And I slept last night, drug-free. I called bullshit on 3 nights of insomnia. I said, dammit, I know how to sleep. I’ve been doing it every night all my life. And I knew last night I was going to sleep. It was like when I finally passed my road test on the 4th or 5th or 6th try. I said, dammit, I know how to drive. And I just knew i was going to pass.

The rug is tough going. The wool is close-set (warp face) and sticky to begin with. I have to stand up on the pedals and yank on heddles to make a shed.

Let’s look at the things some other people are doing.

The evening light this time of year just sends me over the moon.

On the negative side: insomnia two nights in a row. And Xopher snapped at me tonight. I envy Kate’s life. She isn’t married.

There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that this is where I want to spend as much of my retirement as possible.

Above, the view from my window as I measure out my rug warp. You can hear them mooing from time to time.

The spot has beautiful hilltop views all around. Kate’s house is an idyllic little farmhouse. Kate runs the weaving school. I envy her life.

Don’t worry, the blues & greens are coming.

This respite between birthdaypalooza and weaving school is being spent intensively getting the mohair washed & dyed.

And this will be my color scheme. Look at it without glasses.

This is the pattern I’ve chosen, though the color scheme will be rather different.