Unlike a suitcase

you reach a point in a room where no amount of squeezing, jumping upon, or huffing and puffing will allow you fit in “just one more loom”.   What moment of weakness drove me to bid on this beauty?

Not mention what possessed my friends/neighbors to offer to pick it up for me. (thanks, guys - love ya, as always )

Hey, it’s a vertical loom, they are tall, not wide, so it won’t take up much space.  It does, however, take up some space, so some reorganizing is called for.  The knitting machines will be spending some time in the attic or be sold, which frees up enough space for the loom.  Yay!! I’m set - for now.

It’s almost Christmas and I’m a grinch. The commercialism of Christmas offends me.  I’m tired of bell ringing beggars everytime I go to town and I’m appalled at the rise in thefts at Christmas time.   Is this really what someone of the Christian persuasion feels is a fitting tribute to the birth of Jesus?  Beggars, thieves, and Walmart?  I’ll stop my rant.

Here at Wolfpen Gap, today is the day we celebrate remember the birth of me.  A quiet day that has been just right.