In February of this year my grandmother moved into assisted living. My grandfather died in the living room in November and she had a hard time being in the space after that, which is completely understandable. This proved to be an amazing decision as COVID would have made things quite difficult for her to remain in her home by herself.
This meant moving from an, albeit small, house to a room. Of course, there's no room in her new studio apartment for a MaComber floor loom. I'm the crafty one in the family, and when the right of first refusal came to me, while I had no idea if it would fit in my Brooklyn apartment, I just had to agree to take it. There are so many memories in this loom of crafting with grandma in the basement of her house in Cape Cod when I was a kid. The loom was valuable not only because of it's value as a floor loom, but it also held all these memories in it and I just couldn't let it go.
So after much preparing and measuring of our guest room, moving furniture around, and renting a 10' U-Haul truck (because apparently the bed of a pickup truck in NY needs to be covered at all times?!), the Macomber B5 C that my grandmother had in her house is now in my apartment.
I thought this meant that I'd want to dust off this blog and restart it, but it feels decidedly about knitting. I feel like I'd have to change the name of the blog. So I think I'm going to try to come up with a new name for a new blog and see if I can make that work...
