So here's the last of the weaving, then seen with the skewers removed in order to complete the last couple of rounds, then the cardboard loom removed, and the potholder in action.
I needed to attach a loop to hang it by, and a bit of reinforcing crocheting down the sides, and it's done.
This will save the back of my hands from endless burns while I cook, usually when lifting something out of the oven. I tend to forget the shelf above is hot.
This was a pleasing experiment, largely because I was able to remove the loom undamaged, which had been a question.
As you see, I bent it to release the warp but the channels for the skewers are fine. I want to use it again. And the seamless concept worked out as figured, too.
A friend asked Tuesday, as we drove to our knitting group, how the carfree life was working out, probably wondering about her own plans when she eventually moves on.
It's working out to the point where, while I was waiting for her, a neighbor came over, asked me where I needed to get to, and offered a ride! I explained I had one, and he went away content.
I did wonder if he thought I was just hanging about in the hope of an offer! But I literally haven't had to ask for a ride, other than two ride services to learn how they work.
Handsome Son theorizes my friends and neighbors have heard of old people living alone and giving up driving, who then become isolated and a bit weird. So they want to avoid that.
As to weird, I plead the Fifth, but I'm clearly not isolated. One part I hadn't realized was how much less tired I am when I'm not the driver. The anxiety, added to the focus needed, added up.
Happy day, everyone, be weird if that's your thing. And why do we say oxen but not foxen? I know only about two of these kinds of foxes. Or foxen.
