Weavers Guild and Moving
I attended the Whatcom County Weavers Guild Meeting tonight. They gave me ideas and a potential starting place. I want to weave. To feel the textiles flow through my fingers into strict patterns that become fluid beauty. And the colors... Ohhh the colors. What I could do. Forests, storms, tides, mountains, sunsets, flames... I loooove colors. *purrrr* They have a class coming up in March with evening classes that I might just be able to afford. Colors and textures are dancing in my mind. I might make a small play loom to hold me over till then. If you can't tell my main learning style and favored senses are sight and touch.
Moving, ah yes the move. The upstairs is quite bare now. I am giving away many of my "treasures". It is painful, yet freeing. I still have the kitchen to pack, but after that I will be close to being done. Yet I fret I won't get everything done before moving day. Much worry and stress is gone now that I have a plan. For a while I was getting very stressed about finding a roomie/place to move. Everytime I had a potentially decent roomie lined up, something interfered. (Usually the pet deposit as many friends have pets.) And the more stressed I became, the more wackos seemed to call. I am actually getting excited about moving. Sadness still lingers about leaving this house, but all things must come to an end. New possiblities await. Besides by moving I can afford weaving!
My journal used to be mostly public as I attempted to cut back on my paranoia. Then an individual started harrassing my journal. I went private, and locked almost all journal entries. I will leave this one public. Let us see what happens. Be brave self.
Moving, ah yes the move. The upstairs is quite bare now. I am giving away many of my "treasures". It is painful, yet freeing. I still have the kitchen to pack, but after that I will be close to being done. Yet I fret I won't get everything done before moving day. Much worry and stress is gone now that I have a plan. For a while I was getting very stressed about finding a roomie/place to move. Everytime I had a potentially decent roomie lined up, something interfered. (Usually the pet deposit as many friends have pets.) And the more stressed I became, the more wackos seemed to call. I am actually getting excited about moving. Sadness still lingers about leaving this house, but all things must come to an end. New possiblities await. Besides by moving I can afford weaving!
My journal used to be mostly public as I attempted to cut back on my paranoia. Then an individual started harrassing my journal. I went private, and locked almost all journal entries. I will leave this one public. Let us see what happens. Be brave self.