I can have a free what now?
Posted by Lanea on Thursday, October 12th, 2006
So, by way of a quick update, I’ve started the first sleeve for my Rhinebeck-bound sweater, and I’m happy enough with the back and the fronts. I may need to bend some time to finish it by Thursday. Particularly because of, well . . .
A while ago, I was hanging out with AnnaMarie at her brother’s place for the annual pool party celebrating nephew Brandon’s birthday. Have I mentioned that my group of friends is full of siblings and old friends and we’ve all slowly married each other’s best buddies and entangled our community very tightly? I’ve known Scott since I was 17, and we’re one of the "newly-met" couples because people remember a time before we met, let alone a time before we were together. Anyway, AnnaMarie’s parents were at said party, and all of the kidlets were running about in a high state of cuteness, and the adult beverages were flowing, and AnnaMarie’s Mom was teasing her kids about dropping off truckloads of stuff she didn’t want anymore in their driveways, since she had stored their crap for years and now it was payback time. We’ve all had similar conversations with our parents, right? And then AnnaMarie said a rather impressive thing to me:
"My Mom has a floor loom she’s not using. So she brought it to my house. I don’t know how to weave on it, and I don’t have any room for it. You want it on long-term loan?"
I think some margarita shot out of my nose about then. And then maybe I jumped up and down a lot. As some of you may know, I keep saving for a loom, and then my duplicitous truck gets jealous and requires expensive repairs, and then I have to start saving again, and then maybe I lock myself in a closet to whimper about it. Just maybe.
And then a loom fell from the sky into my pocket. It a figurative sense, of course–no hospitalization required and no smashed looms. And then I had some actual big thinking to do.
We live in a pretty small house, so I’ve been wrestling with the "where the hell am I going to put a floor loom" questions. But AnnaMarie has gently prodded me with the "Weren’t you saving for a floor loom?" questions, and also the "I don’t have any room for a loom either, you know, so come get this thing and make me stuff" statements.
So maybe, just maybe, a floor loom will come to stay with me this weekend. I think it will have to live in our bedroom. I have no idea what kind of loom it is, though it’s apparently some sort of four-jack.
I think I may just swoon.
My sweater feels betrayed.
Filed in knitting,weaving | 4 responses so far
jealous!
You are charmed.
Now see, back in the day, the hearth used to be the center of the home. Since you’ve resolved that with central heating, what you need to do is put that big old floor loom in the living room and then rearrange the furniture around it. Interior decorators call that creating a focal point. In religious circles that’s a perfect way to worship. Everyone who comes over will now have to look at it and worship the loom. All looms should be treated so lovingly!
Congratulations! What a wonderful gift!