A done deal.

After spending several days, trying to convince myself that I, alone, could do the yard work at the studio, I caved.
Yes, I caved.   I called my landscapers, Darrell and Darrell, (not their real names), and made a date for 9am this morning.
At 4pm, quitting time for them and me, one look around was all it took to make me seriously glad I made the decision I made.

This area was thick with bamboo this morning......the whole length of the fence.  They mowed the entire acre and a half, and they did a whole lot of general cleaning up.
And I did what I love to do.  I wove more rugs.
I probably spent WAY too much time trying to figure this one out.  I had this crazy idea that I should do it all, and not spend the money.
But the truth of the matter is that my body is not quite as spiffy as it once was.  There was a time when I could garden all day, and not wake up like a pretzel the next morning.
As I like to say, acceptance is the answer to all my problems today.  When I accepted that it was just not worth it to me, to do all the yard work; that in fact if I wore myself out doing it, there would be less of me to weave, I felt much better.

Perspective.   It seems there is always work to do on it.

L is still away volunteering.
Sydney says:
Where the heck are you, L?

Don't you love me anymore?????

When I got to the studio this morning, and fed everyone, I headed over to the Hammett loom, to continue weaving 'container' rugs.
This is what I found.

Hammock, anyone????

Um, could I do some work here???

When I die, I want to come back as a cat, but not a cat that has to have her babies under a shed, a cat that has to depend on the kindness of crazy cat people to eat.
I want to be this kind of cat.
Spoiled.



I am still on the same container.  Wild, isn't it???

And I am having fun with it, still.
I am enjoying this break from orders, while it lasts.
I am also stocking the shelves, which is a good thing.
If it keeps getting warmer, I will be dyeing fabric outside soon.
Oh, joy.