As I enter my third year on the farm, ALL the boxes have finally been unpacked and more importantly a loom has finally made its way from the shed into the house.  As a friend beautifully said, even if you just has the warp on it, but you don’t have time to weave just yet, that in itself is a good a feeling, it is sitting there just waiting for you to be ready.

The move has been massive, much more complex and more intense than I anticipated, the isolation up in the mountains of Far East Gippsland has definitely added another dimension to the move. It has taken a while to feel my way in this very new world.  As a city girl for 54 years, who delighted in all that Melbourne had to offer, to find myself in a place where the post office is in the local bush Pub and is only open from 2-5pm, the mail only goes down the mountain three times a week, where no courier will make the trek up the mountain from Orbost or where international orders for the shop have to be shipped to the Agriculture Store over the border in NSW... the learning curve has been interesting and the absolute peace and tranquility of my home has been enlightening.  

I was ready to move into another phase in my life, but as with all change there is a period where you are fully immersed in the transformative process and often old responsibilities become secondary as one incorporates the new chores and responsibilities into daily life. As a garden designer for 30+ years, growing our own food is par of the course, and as someone who has attended courses on natural cheesemaking, sourdough bread making, fermenting, blacksmithing, welding and weaving (just to name a few),  I have been moving towards this isolated Farmlet for the past 20 years and the change hasn't been as challenging as I thought...

‘The Weaving Room’ has been quietly and beautifully ticking along in the background and I am very grateful and appreciative for all the people who visit the shop online and purchase from me. We are currently in the process of outfitting what we call The Big Shed to house the TWR Studio.  As I fully turn my attention to TWR and literally take stock of everything we housed in the shop in Melbourne, there is merchandise that made sense when people could browse at the bricks and mortar shop, and especially those items that were specifically purchased to play a central role in the classes that we were going to run, but now they no longer make sense. So over the next few months I will be focusing on fine-tuning the TWR in its new state and putting on sale items that no longer serve.