Got up this morning and started a pot of coffee and decided I should go ahead and open the side doors to the garage and get some fresh air circulating out there only to discover that although the air is somewhat fresh it is absolutely hoomid as our daughter would say when she was about three years old. Somehow, when you say it like that it feels worse!
Thank you God for a snug, cozy home with a state of the art heatpump and AccuClean whole house filter. My lungs and windpipe are letting me know I had a breathing tube snaked down my throat yesterday afternoon and I have no business being outside when it’s humid enough to drown frogs.
At some point I will need to go to town for a few things and pick up the mail at the Post Office but I’m in no hurry. We have a full pot of coffee and hot oatmeal cereal for breakfast. I’ll be tackling the laundry today and working on my red socks and an inkle band.
I am a Native Texan, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Catholic Convert residing in rural North East Texas since 1975 when I married my husband and this small town girl became a country girl.
I was taught to knit at the age of ten and discovered the writings of Elizabeth Zimmerman shortly after I married. I learned to ‘unvent’ things as I went along, to create my own patterns and generally have a blast with yarn and needles.
In the mid 1980’s I explored the idea of spinning my own yarn and eventually got interested in weaving on a floor loom. I have three spinning wheels and a 24″ four-shaft Herald floor loom that I purchased from a friend in the 1990’s.
I also enjoy sewing, tatting and making rosaries. I have a work room that contains my fiber, yarn, floor loom, sewing machines, serger and rosary making supplies. I have a spinning corner in a bedroom next to my work room, both with north windows looking toward the creek.
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Rural Texas Knitter 