I've been wanting to show you my scar, but I had to wait until it wasn't Frankenstein scary.
It's kind of weird, how I feel about it.
I am not the least bit embarrassed. No sir-ee.
It's more like I am happy to show anyone who wants to see, as proof, that I did indeed get through this.
Now this picture is somewhat of a fluke, since I took it myself, and only saw Roy after the fact.
He looks puzzled, like WTH??
Anyway, my hair is growing back, except not right over the scar itself, which gives it a strange look.
The scar is about 6" up the back of my head.
DO NOT look at my messy coffee table. It is my home office.
I finished the two rugs I started last week. The doctor told me I would be weaving in 6 weeks, and by golly he was right.
At present though, I am doing my entire web site over, and it is kind of my priority for a while, as much as I can stand it, anyway.
Here is my next venture, if you will, from some of the fabric I brought home.
It is going to make the fattest, thickest little rugs ever. I don't usually use knit fabric, but I am making an exception.
Cause I love it. And I can.
Still feeling my way around the studio. Part of me knows what I want there, and yet another part of me vies for the old scenario.........production,
It makes me feel agitated, and since I don't like that, I came home to walk the dog.
Change is good, just not always crystal clear, or easy.
But I have all the time to work on it, that I need. It's ok.