Tapestries, and paranoia

I'll be posting this tapestry in the shop soon. 100% wool, natural dyes 11.5" X 12" 12epi

I'm laying in bed post foot surgery, am all caught up on Big Brother, have watched all Vogue's 73 Questions and just filled up on the best gimbop in New York City that my hubs brought back after picking up our son from preschool. Now said kid is napping beside me and I think I can say that I'm officially awake enough and over the anxiety of having surgery to hunker down and write a wee post. 

Any day now you'll be able to buy some of my handwoven tapestries here on VY. Yesterday I picked up four of my tapestries from the Bronx Tale curator who had had them for the past three months.  As amazing as it feels to have them in my possession again I am excited to be offering them for sale here soon.  As soon as my foot is up and running I'll do a better photo shoot and post them in the shop.  In the meantime if you see one you'd like to snap up before they are officially listed let me know.  On instagram and such I've been tagging my tapestries with EPI tags. EPI stands for ends-per-inch which refers to the number of warps per inch the tapestry is woven with, warps being the yarn that one dresses the loom with.  The more warps per inch the finer the details and denser the weave.  For me it is one of the main things I take into consideration when pricing a tapestry.  The above tapestry is 12 ends per inch and its retail value is $415.  So, since it measures 12" X 11.5" is it easy to calculate that at this moment in time I sell the tapestries which are 12EPI for $3/square inch.

Today for some reason I was more nervous about standard day surgery than I was the spinal surgery I had over thirteen years ago. Albeit, the back surgery was preceded by my spending an agonizing 11 months in a wheelchair, so the prospect of walking again trumped any fears I may have had. I think this time 'round I was most nervous about having surgery in a country that is not my own, and then I have to admit, as paranoid as it may sound, my surgeon insisting that I go under anesthesia despite the fact that all the research that I had done suggested that this particular procedure is special because it doesn't require any, made me uneasy.  Two nights ago I laid awake in bed wondering if my doctor could be one of those perverts who happens to be a doctor (I won't valorize any of them by linking to a related story).  He is not.  But my anxiety about having surgery away from home took me there.  It's not that I think that the medical professionals here are less equip than those in Canada, it's just that when we first moved here I would use the same system that I would use in Vancouver when I needed medical attention - find the nearest clinic or hospital.  It is not that simple here.  With the multitude of private practices that exist here one really needs to do their research, especially when it comes to hygiene, I've found.  The first pediatrician that I brought my son to ended up being in a musty old house used as a clinic. The furniture was old and dirty, and the place smelled bad.  I was shocked.  I even took pictures because I knew my husband wouldn't register the severity of it without them.  Needless to say research must be done before attending a medical facility, and even though I had done some leading up to today's surgery the medical center is quite a commute from my home so I didn't have a chance to actually visit it before today.  It ended up being new and clean and I felt good about it - so I didn't have to walk out, which is something I was totally prepared to do.

I'll be resting up for the next few days so I'm looking forward to making some progress on my #SSKAL15 cardigan.  If only I could find my interchangeable needles!  Before our vacation I reorganized our apartment and I cannot remember where I put them.  Arg!

Janna