Change

Sometimes, when my head is banging, and I can't weave, I cook.
I have no explanation.
It just makes me feel better.


 Love these little half pint cherry pies.

I also made a pasta dish, but the "gluten free pasta" was not a hit.
My youngest daughter asked me to exclude that from future cooking sprees.

 

I am refashioning my days.

Two days a week find me taking care of this peach.

 

Then I find myself back at the studio, getting prepped for baby blankets.

Threading my AVL.

I have to take frequent breaks.

Here is the new "opened space" .....the new countertop is going right where those paint cans are.

And we'll be doing some relocating of looms.
Now there's a surprise.

I've turned down a couple of requests to weave yardage for customers, who planned on making things and reselling them.
I don't want to weave anything that doesn't totally move me.

I know what's important.  What matters.

Like facetime with the peach, when I am not with her.

It shouldn't take head trauma to figure this one out.