Back to my everyday life. And right now, my everyday life is about Change.
My friend's husband lost all but one of his chickens, to a pack of raccoons. He immediately ordered the "automatic chicken door" just like the one that I have.
And today, I gifted him with FOUR of my girls. He was very pleased. And while the chickens were all aflutter, it was good for them, and for me. TWELVE chickens and a rooster was a bit over the top for the square footage I have. Sometimes change is good.
And one of my favorite sayings is coming back to haunt me: Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should.
I wanted "hobby chickens", eggs for myself, not a chicken farm.
And in that spirit of downsizing, here is some more news.
As of August 15th, I will no longer have the Hip to Be Square looper loom for sale, or the loopers.
But you will be able to order them from Homestead Weaver. Chris Gustin, and her son Andrew, will be happy to help you, and they will have the looper looms, and the loopers. Contact information is on her web site.
It was fun. I loved creating the product, figuring out all the things I needed to do. I was always intrigued by the bright colors, and the possibilities.
But I have realized, that the "hobby" weaving business I started out with, is actually the one I want.
And recycling socks is not part of that picture.
My new normal, wants what I had when I bought the studio......a simple, joyful place to weave.
If people want to buy what I weave, FANTASTIC. It pays the heat bill.
But I don't want to market, I don't want to be a RETAILER, a WHOLESALER.
Nope, not for me. Not at this time in my life.
I have said it before, but it bears repeating.
Some life events get you to take notice, to do your own inventory. Mine came in the form of a HUGE ROCK, a CRACK on the head, and all that followed.
I want peace, quiet, serenity. I do not want that feeling of being driven, I do not want drama, and I do not want stress.
So, I am in the process.......back to the future, you could say.......because I know what I want in my future, and it isn't crazy 24/7 business.
While I was sitting on the lake in Maine, I took some selfies.
When the hell did I get WHITE hair????
And when the hell did I get so OLD????
Ay yi yi.
But can I just tell you how grateful I am??? to be this old, and have the chance to sit by a lake in Maine??? admiring my own white hair??? Can I tell you.......again.........how thankful I am, headache or not, for this life of mine?