Even though I am a train wreck, I manage to get things done.
Pure pit bull mentality, I think.
My first baby wrap tester is off the loom and in the box, ready to go to FIVE baby mamas to be tested. They will review it, and comment on its desirability, or not.
I love getting up in the morning to this.
The loom waiting, the sun pouring in.
I refuse to let any pain dictate to me that I won't love this day. Somehow. Some way.
Finally off the loom........this thing is mammoth.
Washed, dried, pressed, ready for hemming and inspection.
Nerve wracking, hoping I don't find mistakes anywhere.
Here is my "middle marker", a place for the wearer to identify the middle of the wrap, to easier wrap their baby.
I am humbled by the journey that my weaving has taken me on. I never envisioned doing what I am doing now.
Of course, head injury issues had a lot to do with it.
But I'm ok with that.
I have progressed through my weaving life, loving it all, and learning every step of the way. I have made friends, and met wonderful people.
I wouldn't change that for anything.
In fact, I can't imagine my life without weaving in it.
I don't want to.
I have been so immersed in this "Circles" baby wrap, that I dreamt about weaving it all night.
Sometimes I wake up tired, no surprise there.
I feel like I am sending a child off to school, the bus stopping at the top of the driveway, brakes squealing, my little one turning to wave before leaving to go out in the big, wide world.
It makes me a little sad, and happy and content all at the same time.
It's the circle of life.