I never really believed in "bucket lists" for myself. If you don't know what it means, it is a list of the things you would like to do before you "kick the bucket" which is a euphemism for dying. I have no idea where that expression came from.
I've always felt that it was natural to want to accomplish things in life, but I never really put the things I wanted to do, into words.
And then, I saw something- an ad or an article about weaving. Weaving with a loom. I would love to know how to weave on a loom. I signed up for a weaving class when we lived in Norway thinking that I could definitely get a good loom there. And it would be my life time journey- weaving. The class was cancelled after one meeting due to low enrollment.
I knit, a lot, frequently. Just about every day. I sew, but now as much as I did when I had little kids to sew for. I have recently taken up making potholders- a form of weaving . But there is just something about actually weaving on a big loom and making cloth appeals to me. Tugs at me.
I would love to go away to a place, in New Hampshire I think, where weaving workshops and lessons are given. Maybe I will do that one day. Yes, that can be on my bucket list!
Meanwhile, my knee is killing me and I need to lose weight so I can have it fixed. My mouth hurts because of a dental procedure that involved chiseling out decayed bone and placing bone grafts/. Nick has cataracts and needs surgery so he can see and read again.
And right this minute I am heading for the shower so we can start out tour of doctors visits for the day!
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