Tammy, my apprentice/helper, is gone on vacay. And to make it worse, she got a job that she will be starting soon after she gets back. So today, I tied a beige warp onto the old warp on the Toika, and started weaving a beige/tan 5' wide rug by myself. See the stool? It rolls, so I can roll back and forth from one edge to the other. It is much harder, and slower, than weaving with another person. So I take breaks.
And I text Tammy to forget that stupid job with benefits. It won't be this much fun.
I came back from one break to find Miss Puss lounging on my work.
She knows how to get attention, this girl.
I grabbed my camera, and as soon as she heard the first click, she was "on".
"Oh, are you taking pictures of ME?"
"Well, then..........I guess I can do a few poses for you......."
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful!"
"Do I show up good on this beige?"
"OK, that's enough, I'm really getting tired."
I actually got half of this rug done today. I was very impressed with myself.
And I didn't have to water the daylilies I planted yesterday, because it rained buckets.
I had the UPS man PICK UP my boxes to go, two days in a row. And I have decided that I am going to schedule pickups all the time, instead of stalking and hunting down the UPS driver, or hauling boxes up to the distribution center.
Not sure why I haven't done it before. But I am doing it for myself now.
I'm like that. I change my mind. And it's done.
I had an interesting call yesterday, and I have been thinking about it since I got it.
It was a distribution center in California that is interested in buying the Solmate sock rugs to send to Japan.
Sounds good, right? He is supplying several stores.
He could call back and order 100 rugs, or 200 rugs, or ..............
But sometimes I think that I need to be careful what I ask for.
Do I want a huge order that would make me crazy, and make me have to search for help? I would have to find someone and teach them to weave, and then wait for them to produce. I would have to put all my energies into sock rugs, and not weave anything else.
This has been a running commentary in my head for some time. And a question that hangs out there unanswered. Where is the line that separates business and passion, is there one, and what exactly does it mean for me?
Is success measured by money in the bank? Rugs going out the door by the dozens? Being busy 24/7?
Or is it measured in another way, in minutes, hours, days at the loom? Weaving for the love of it, one little order at a time? Weaving to put rugs on the shelves, in colors I pick out on a whim?
When you get to be my age, I think you get to choose. Or at least you should get to choose.
Sounds simple, doesn't it?