little loomhouse

I visited the Little Loomhouse a couple weeks ago and have been dreaming of it ever since. It's three cabins tucked away in a wooded neighborhood in Louisville's South End where weavers, spinners, and dyers create some of the most beautiful things from yarn and fiber. According to the Little Loomhouse website, Frank Lloyd Wright visited and described the cabins as "three board and batten cabins set in the dignity of nature under the mighty oaks of Kenwood Hill." The cabins have dream catchers in the windows and looms lining the tables, ready to go. Oh, there's so much possibility there!

Have you ever been somewhere and just thought, "I have to find a way to be here more"? Well, that's the way I feel about the Little Loomhouse. It was started as a weaving workshop in 1939 sponsored by Eleanor Roosevelt and continues its goal of textile education today. I felt inspired by the surroundings, both nature and textiles, and I'm excited to learn from the people I met there.

I'm already planning my next visit.

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If you're local, be sure to check out the Little Loomhouse's workshop list. I want to try weaving and dyeing with indigo!

summering

the last string of days has felt like a summer daydream realized.
little hands in the garden: watering, digging, picking.
"be gentle" is our garden mantra
so we don't end up with too many beheaded marigolds.

longtime friends visited from overseas.
i love them and who i am when i'm with them.
they're the people i can be weird with
and they're just as weird, in the most delightful way.

i have been knitting from evening right up till bedtime.
my linen sweater, a gramps cardigan, and some colorwork to be cast on tonight.
pots of fresh mint tea, chocolate, and marzipan round out my evenings.

also, yoga.
i know, this is a summer daydream, right?
i don't know where this came from
but these last few weeks i've found ways to fit yoga into my days
just a bit, but it's enough.

oh oh oh,
that's my own private mantra
"this is enough."
i've been using it lately to remind myself
that really, it is.

and my little guy--
these days we play an endless game of charades.
he has a handful of words that mostly all sound the same,
but he knows so much and has started to show us:

i need a new diaper.
i am hungry.
i am hungry for chocolate, but i'll take watermelon.
will you put the coconut oil on my feet?
there are goldfish in the vent!

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i'm off to wind that pretty blue yarn and make my evening tea. i hope your days are dreamy, too.

allison