It is a short article, and to the point.
But hey, it was free publicity, and you can't hate that.
Crazy as a Loom goes international
Today, L and I worked on an order, a 5x7 sock rug in purple, turquoise, pink and lime green.
And because I hate to put on a warp for just ONE rug, we started on the second one, and tomorrow we will hopefully finish # 2 and then move on to #3. One for the customer, two for the shelves.
We aren't sure that the third one will fit on the cloth beam.
I am guessing that it will.
We are going to work like dogs, so we can do something fun on Friday.
It involves biking, the lake, and some off road trails. Sounds wonderful. Should we pack a lunch???
L is a good balance for me. She reminds me, in a NOT so subtle way, that I am working too hard.
Sometimes I do need to hear it.
Or fall into the pit of working myself to death.
Sometimes the problem is that I so love what I am doing, that it doesn't feel much like work to me, except when I fall into bed in a comalike state. Then I realize.
Tonight DH is making pizza. The house smells wonderful. He just made me a salad to die for, and I wolfed it down.
Life is good. I am busy. Being tired just proves to me that I am living life the way I want to.
Whatever random complaints I have, they are nothing. Really.
So many people have it worse.
We do what we can, with what we have, as best as we are able.
If you aren't living on the edge, you are taking up too much space.
And there are many definitions of living on the edge.
This is new inventory, finally got it over to the parish house so we could lay it out and take a good picture.
It is a 10x12 blue jean rug.
It will be perfect for someone.
I have faith.
Now the Red Sox are on, and I am going to read my Kindle.
The sky is darkening, and thunder is rumbling in the distance. We are in for a storm.
Does this pink make me look too girly???
Ha! She cracks me up.