Things Change and Stay the Same

A piece I wove on the left over warp on my loom a few years ago.
A piece I wove on the left over warp on my loom a few years ago.

I’m going to meet my friend Bobbi for dinner in Glens Falls tonight.  We met in art school and have stayed friends, even though we don’t get to see each other so much anymore.  The first time I went to Bobbi’s house she taught me how to weave (she had lost her shuttle, the piece of wood you wrap the yarn around and pass through the warp of the loom, so we used a chocolate bar instead) we drank a lot of good wine and she introduced me to the delights of a hot tub.

I haven’t done any weaving in a long time and  gave away my loom last year when we moved.  I love weaving but don’t have time for it anymore.  It did get me back into make art though, it was the first thing I did when Jon gave me the studio at the old Bedlam Farm.  Bobbi and I were both getting our MFA’s in sculpture when we met, now I have Full Moon Fiber Art and Bobbi, retired from Nursing and teaching art, has been felting for the past few years.  Things change and things stay the same.  It will be good to see her again.

4 thoughts on “Things Change and Stay the Same

  1. Dear Maria,
    How true this is, what we least expect to be doing we sometimes end up doing. I switched direction at the last minute from fashion design to teachers college, found that I had an immune system that picked up childhood diseases, left the college at the end of my first year, took a secretarial course, worked for several years, married, then expected to have the obligatory two children, a boy and a girl, live in a home with a white picket fence with roses spilling over it, drive a station wagon, of course, marry before the house and picket fence and children happened. Well, some of that happened but not all. Life has a way of happening in ways we least expect. My husband died at the age of thirty nine; my life, thrown into chaos and moved on in a very different way. At 43, I entered Art College, not to work towards, as you did, an MFA in anything but I did graduate eventually (after taking a semester off for a hysterical-ectomy…only student in my graduating year to do so) and ended up moving to the country due to MCS as the result of the anesthetic impact on my body (and breathing the fumes from my textiles for so many years, worked at a health food store for two years then started a bed & Breakfast. If anyone had told me that all this would have happened to me when I was in my twenties, I’d likely have buried my head and hoped life would pass me by. Yet, it’s been an adventure that has brought exciting changes and growth. I don’t think anyone’s life turns out exactly as one expects.
    Loved your post, hope you enjoyed your supper out with your old friend.
    SandyP in Canada

  2. Maria, just putting this out there.

    I have a little cabin in VT (about 45 minutes from you), and my next door neighbor has had his property up for sale for more than a year. I walk my dogs over to check his property occasionally.

    There is a large floor loom inside my neighbor’s cabin. Someone who has been inside said most personal things are gone, but the loom is still there. I see it through the window. I have a hunch it is available.

    1. Thanks For thinking of me Kate. I just gave me loom away because I don’t have time to use it anymore. I’m sure there’s someone out there who would love it though.

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