Duck Duck Goose!

You know the game, whoever you touch when you say "GOOSE!" is it! They have to either catch you before you take their vacated seat in the circle or go through the whole duck, duck thing and on and on. Well, it was like that with the looms this weekend. If you got goosed, you became "it" and had to move. The Louet looks quite at home



out in the back studio with Buttercup.

extra Monga shafts hanging on pegs

The two Macombers are indeed facing each other with shared bench



and Mongo (the link takes you to his namesake), is all set up, complete with lights, 8 shafts and 21 treadles.



The Loom Sherpa needs to shorten his rear friction brake by quite a bit since this plain beam has a much smaller circumference than the 3/4 yard sectional his previous owner preferred.

The little Saori Piccolo loom came out from hiding too.



 Oh and look, we finally got the blinds I ordered a while ago hung.



Just in time for summer, although you would never know it was June by our recent weather. Quite chilly. We've had to start Rube two days in the last week it's been that raw!

This morning before house cleaning I made a grand mess cutting patterns and fabric. The Merchant & Mills pattern has its fabric cut and is in a basket awaiting sewing as does, the Cashmerette Springfield top, the Style Arc Jodie and a new one from Jalie, the Rose, a classic sleeveless blouse.



The other pattern is to give a go at some fun sewing for my friends at the veterinary clinic. This pattern was so stylish for a uniform top I figured I could knock a few out for friends if the sizing and drafting were accurate. We'll see.

And since I rarely do anything by half measure, I bought the whole enchilada of Janet Clare books.



 I was so smitten with Freya and Fred I discovered she had a few more wonderful collections I had to have. Here is a link to her Etsy store.

I've had a nice productive weekend as you can see, sadly Gene has had nothing but heartache this weekend. It's not easy being a first responder/fire and rescue chief for a small community. Sooner or later, someone you know is going to be on the bad end of a call. So it was last night when total asshattery struck. Alcohol, motorcycles and speed are never a good mix. One local guy has been racing these roads at speeds up to 100mph for a few weeks. I hear him, we all hear him, add a local girl and let's make the two of them drunker than monkey's uncle, oh and add in a baby. They showed up at the local inn/restaurant. The folks there convinced them at least to leave the baby if they were going riding again at 10:00pm last night. They tried to wrangle the keys to the bike to no avail. Between our driveway and Tub Springs, (map here if anyone is interested.), a mere two miles from the inn, they crashed. Gene was on the scene very quickly, both paralyzed, the girl probably won't make it. She had to be intubated on scene, is in a coma and probably has severe brain and spinal damage. Her parents are flying out from Colorado. Imagine what they must be going through? So this is the kind of summer it's starting to be. Sadness, suicide and stupidity.

Tomorrow is beautification day, I get a haircut. I might even treat myself to new socks or some yarn or...? I'll bring Gene home a sweet treat, maybe a chocolate raspberry torte or some other equally decadent confection. Something.

I'm leaving you with an old traditional by Leadbelly.

Parting shot: More troops at Fort Pillow