This past week, I found out that local fiber artist, Bobbie Vance, is no longer weaving and wanted to sell her remaining weaving yarn stash.  Most of it is 10/2 and 8/2 cotton, but there is a cone here and there of 12/2, 14/2 and a couple cones of 8/4 carpet warp, of which I have immediate need.  Also, there are a couple of mongo cones of cotton flake that looks like lots of upcoming weaving fun.

I think it is sad that a weaver no longer weaves, but I can assure you and her, these wonderful yarns will not be wasted.  Just taking them from the boxes and stacking them to take their picture, and feeling them, and looking at the colors,…  Well, I am anxious to tie up the final loose ends of the remaining projects on my list and get something onto the looms for my weaving pleasure.

I still have not gotten the chance to get the Herald loom downstairs, but the new studio is ready for it.

Just to the right of Sir Henry, where the warping bard is currently leaning against the wall, is where the Herald will go.  The warping board will be hung on the wall above that loom so that it is out of the way in between uses.

And here is the south wall to date.  The few bags, baskets and containers still have not found their permanent home, and are now wandering around the room trying to keep out of my way.  Some contain WIP items, and some are empty.  I’m still trying to decide the best way to store my bags and other containers with handles.  I don’t know if a shelf with pegs will do the job, or if I need to find a good, wooden coat tree and stand it in a corner with everything hanging from it.

And, then there is my weaving yarn stash at the moment – wool on the right hand shelving unit and cottons on the left hand unit and on the floor in front of it.  Needless to say, I have far more cotton yarns than wool, so I will be having fun weaving towels and table runners this next year.

The weather here in central Indiana has cooled off quite a bit this past week.  The peak autumn tree color was last weekend, and, now after the rains, a lot of the leaves are on the ground.  Still, there is color here and there in the more protected areas, and driving through the Geist area to Bobbie’s house today, I realized that the colors I saw were the same colors you get when using native, Indiana dye plants.  Lots of yellows, golds, soft yellow-greens, oranges, russets and browns of all sorts were still left and they are so pretty.

Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and a little warmer and I hope to mow my yard for the last time this season.  Luckily for us, since we live on the prairie, we never have to rake the leaves.  The wind blows them into the fields around us and the leaves become the food for next year’s crops.

Already, when I go outside to my car in the mornings to go to work, I can smell the wood smoke from my neighbors’ houses from their fireplaces and stoves.  Gosh, I love that smell!  We heated with wood when I was growing up, and there is no warmth like that of a good wood fire.  Once we had our chores done after school and work, and supper and dishes were done for the night, one or more of my family could be found lying on the living room floor, feet propped up on the hearth, asleep with our toes toasting in the heat.  Pure comfort!