Textiles and Tea, and a timely thought

Yesterday's Textiles and Tea was a many generation southwestern weaver, Emily Trujillo, who not only weaves rugs as modern takes on traditional designs, but teaches, researches, and keeps up the knowledge of her family's long traditions. 

Many of the traditions and history are oral, and in danger of being lost without people like Emily keeping them current.  They work in wool, formerly churro, but now in the wool from other sheep breeds as well, since they're available.

The program was shot at the family gallery where she works with her parents, to make and sell their  traditional and modern rugs.

Yesterday I overdid some gardening, took out the last of the day lily foliage, several armloads, and hauled it in several trips to the trees to toss. The place looks better, but I was so tired I fell asleep several times in the afternoon, including during Textiles and Tea, but I got the gist. Last night I had to get up for ibuprofen to fix the gardening pain in my legs, should have remembered that earlier. 

Today I planned on another bit, removing the morning glory, to make a pathway to the ficus,  which has to come in soon, but it's raining. This is probably good, stops me from overdoing it again. 

I did arrange with Handsome Son to help when it's time to bring the ficus in, because that involves cutting the roots she put down, possibly root-pruning and replacing soil in the container,  then wrangling an eight foot tree across the deck and the threshold into the living room, into her saucer. Up to now I've done it solo, but I think this year I'll get HS on the team.

Stitching is progressing too slowly to show you anything, but here's a bunch of flowers.

And a timely reminder

We're not all in this together, as I used to say during the pandemic. I  took issue with my regional library putting up cheery we're all in this together tweets. 

I made them stop bragging about their library staff's great performance. They were all kept on salary and benefits, working from comfortable homes with their families. No, not in it together, but rather very privileged.

After I pointed out rather forcefully that a lot of people were frontline workers, dealing daily with the public before vaccines appeared, in jobs that couldn't be done from home, and were only paid for face time, including Handsome Son,  they toned down the rhetoric. 

As did a couple of librarian friends who had been so sheltered they never thought they were lucky. Ordering in food -- who did they think was picking, packing,  delivering? And so on. 

Anyway, I don't claim never to have failed to notice my privilege, guilty, too, but trying to do better.

Happy day, everyone, I hope for the safety of the people in hurricane paths, and ask you to check in as you can, so we know how you're doing.