I'm not sure when it happened, but I changed my mind about the chicks. I only have 13 now, as my friend came for her half. We had 28 to start, two died, one after just a couple of days, and the other from being pecked. There is still one little one who was pecked, but she is holding her own.
So maybe it is just because 13 are a lot more manageable, or maybe it was how they peered out the window to see if someone was coming to feed them.
But anyway, for whatever reason, they are staying put. I even bought them some mealy worms. Thanks, Karen.
I spent lovely quiet time at the studio this week. Weaving. Just being there. Breathing.
Loving my old house.
In the meantime, I am busy weaving container rugs, restocking the shelves.
Of all the things I do here at the studio, this is one of my favorite things to do.
And it's just too much fun.
I don't do much preplanning.
Oh, seriously, I don't do any.
I pick colors as I go.
I am usually happy with the results.
I will get back to my AVL and my second baby wrap, but right now, it's bright, colorful, container rugs.
I make a huge mess, with fabric everywhere.
But I think it's worth it.
This week has been therapeutic, spending time doing what I love. Not worrying about the rest of it.
So I guess I won't take the bridge any time soon.