Sunny autumn mornings at the studio. It's quiet, and sometimes, I need to just stop, and soak this up.
I get so busy, some days are just a whirl wind. And who can stop this craziness if I don't?
This morning, I was packing up potholder looms, and shipping them out. Doing the bookwork. Packing up more kits. It is an incredible amount of work.
I think I am finding reliable people to do the cleaning of loopers, so I think that may work out.
And I really need to divest myself of that job, so it is an incredible relief.
My good friend, from my jail working days, came to visit, and we went to El Mexicano for lunch.
I love eating there, but their guacamole is my favorite thing. It is fantastic!
I have good friends, and a great family.
I am a lucky lady.
When I bought the house that is the studio, I never knew how many really special people I would meet because of it. But I have. It has been a phenomenal experience, this Crazy as a Loom. Who knew?
It started out with a loom in my sewing room, then grew to three looms in that same small room. Then this big old house, with 13 looms? 14? aw, who's counting anyway. Hard to believe that when I started here, I had a couple of shelves of fabric. Now I have enough fabric to sink a ship. I can weave with what I have for a very long time. Now THAT'S a nice feeling.
Safety for a weaver, tons of weft.
I don't know if I will ever learn to really slow it down. I always tell DH that there will be plenty of time to rest when I am dead and gone. He never thinks that is funny.
I guess the best I can hope for is occasional breaks and quiet times. The only way I take time is if I plan it. Like Maine. Days with my grandchildren. Destinations.
I would have to say that blogging has been a restful endeavor. It requires that I sit still, and mull over my day. I take time, for me, for my thoughts, for my dreams. And to top it off, I get to meet MORE really nice people, that I would never have known otherwise.
At times, I have wondered why I blog. I have read other peoples' posts asking when you should stop blogging.
But for now, it's time...........for me.
Like a daily journal, only better. It has pictures. Someone might even be interested. It might enlighten, or amuse, and I guess it might annoy, although I hope not. But at any rate, it is a journal with an audience, no matter how small. It's like my own little private rendevouz, where the TV is not playing, someone is listening, and I can talk about anything I want. With my feet up, and no work in sight.
It's all good.