I'm taking a break from threading my loom as it tends to make my back sore as I lean over that beam, focused on each warp thread. Just over half of the threads in my current project are in their proper heddles now. Weaving is a craft that comes and goes in my life. When the "simple living" bug hit me I wondered how weaving would fit in to the grand scheme. It can be an awfully expensive endeavor if you're at all into buying those gorgeous yarns - "stockpiling" them as it were. I've made a commitment to plan projects around the stash yarns that I already have. I should have plenty to last me the next 10 years.
It's a beautiful day. The leaves are blowing around, the sky is that unholy shade of blue, and the sun streaming in through the windows is warm and cozy. I love my "craft room". When the girls moved out to their own places I was able to move my looms and yarns upstairs to a vacated bedroom. At one time I played around with the idea that this is my "studio" but that seems a bit grandiose and I've never really considered myself an artist. This small space of mine just tends to feed my soul. The yarns, looms, wool cards, and lovely gifts from those dear to my heart find their way into this room. I feel surrounded by beauty and purpose here.
I entertain the thought that if the "dark" days ever descend upon us (and let's pray that those days will never come), I would have the skills to make cloth. :) In fact, the psychiatrist I work for mentions this in a rather taunting, jesting manner every time I bring my extra eggs in to sell. She just doesn't "get it" and that's okay.
So, what I do know is that weaving and yarns make my heart soar. And they can find their way into a simple life, too. Maybe they're at the core of a simple life.