I'm a tad bit sad, because I gave up my loom to a good friend of mine. It's a bittersweet ending to the infrequent affair that I had with that loom. But truly, it's so impractical for me to have that honkin' thing sitting around here, in fact it had gotten degraded (much like our cat) after SoJo was born.
Once a child is born, suddenly, one's personal space is invaded by things with strange names like Bjorn, Graco and Boudreax's Butt Paste, and some guy named Carter. What were once the signs of an artistic life get stored in boxes in the attic, hoping to return on that first day of Kindergarten.
I know that the loom will get lots of love and attention in its new home, under Lola's care. I'd feel sad if it were sitting in my garage, waiting for that moment when it might return to the living room and make rag rugs again.
L--I hope you and your loom make beautiful weavings together. I couldn't have picked a better person to adopt my Gallinger. Take care of her!