We (or at least I), peer into the imaginary future this time of year
head full of plans, heart full of belief, hands awaiting possibility.
And why not?
It's fun to have ideas and plans -- they are snacks for the Brain
But snacks, of course, have issues --
not least, ruining a gal's appetite for supper.
Intensions, however, (as Rebecca Mezoff defines them), have a gentler cycle than the sugar-rush-and-crash of resolutions. They (intensions) seem more flexible, less prone to failure.
intention: "today I picked up my pencil for two minutes. Yay!" or "Maybe tomorrow I can write three words."
resolution: "I wrote my whole novel! yay me!" or "I watched a movie instead of writing. I quit."
But I think my intention is doing OK.
I have, you see, been planning to start weaving a tapestry in the new year.
On January First: build a loom and warp it.
On January second (today): blog/brag about it.
(Making this plan in November enabled me to set aside the siren song of my loom
and tend to other projects, a thing I sorely needed. Thank you Jessica Abel).
Unfortunately, I failed to think about what size dowels I might actually need to span the distance of the loom I would build for the tapestry I imagined I would weave....
So when he asked how big he should make the holes, I said -- 1/2 inch.
Because a 1/2" diameter dowel is too bendy for a jig for the 18" span of the loom I was going to build for the 11" tapestry I planned to weave.
I ate some chocolate.
And I don't even like chocolate.
I contemplated redrilling the holes with my egg beater drill,
(couldn't get them straight or even)
thought about using something else for a jig
(nothing quite right),
decided abandon the whole idea forever...
(too damned persistent).
Eventually I decided to build a 12" loom.
And that would have been fine,
that the 1/2" pipe pieces for the 12" loom were busy
being part of a hanging mechanism for my clothes.
throw all the clothes and bags on the floor and retrieve the bits of pipe I needed.
And that worked out wonderfully,
and rebuild a better, less wobbly and more useful one using my collection of 1" pipe.
Because wouldn't it be nice to have some extra extensions for jeans not dirty enough to wash but too dirty to put back in a drawer?
perhaps the first week of January is actually the perfect time to get at those baseboards with a toothbrush, get on with my mending pile,
and sort through my clothes to see which ones I REALLY want in the first place.
Or at least which ones look best on the rack.
And this last is particularly hard as the pile on the floor grows higher by the minute
freeing up my yarnish hours for the imaginary tapestry
I didn't actually start.
Though short enough to retain that lovely loose limbed feeling of her sisters,
she is a touch longer than the other three
so perfect for my more demure moments.
plans begun, adjusted, diverted
and now... unfolding... perhaps...
though... oh dear... that pile of stuff...
Never mind. I hung up four things. That's plenty!
My 12" loom awaits.