I am having fun with it, just having trouble finding time amongst all the other things I should be doing.
I also had my granddaughter today, and a friend of mine came to weave, and brought her granddaughter along.
They had never met, but were soon like peas in a pod.
There is nothing like listening to little girls: feet tromping around the upstairs, little voices singing songs, having little secret conversations that aren't so secret.
But all good things must come to an end.
Does she have to go?????
So a little diversion was in order. Shall we count kitties, to make sure they are all here, before we go?
Make sure to look under the beds.
How about in the blue room?
You're not taking a nap, are you?
Who's in the red room?
Oh, Sydney. You are a trip.
Mimi, what is she doing?
Maybe she is doing her exercises?
She could stand to lose a pound or two.
Cranky face history.
Ah, the bamboo shawl loom.
Still missing a couple of cats.
Finally, some heat up here.........ah, January weaving.
My good friend mentioned that the studio was a tad chaotic, and that I looked busier than perhaps I wanted to be.
And yes, I will admit, it is a little over the top nuts. LOTS of stuff in progress. Going on.
But it's OK. I am going with the flow, because in the back of my brain is this little picture, of how I think it will turn out. How I want it to be.
I am stubborn/hopeful/determined enough to think that I can make it happen.
Pit Bull mentality, DH tells me.
Could be true.
But for a while now, I have dreamed of having a stack of sock rugs, a stack of blue jean rugs, both black and blue, a stack of lodge rugs, piles of placemats............you get the picture?
And add to that boxes of Hip to Be Square Looper Looms, and even newer, the Solmate Sock Rug Kit, and the quality of life at the studio takes on a new level of equanimity and serenity.
Ah. I can feel it already.
So you sell 3 of this, and 5 of that.
No big deal. Schedule a day to replenish. No big rush. No pressure.
Having an apprentice may make this dream come true.
And not only that, but another weaver is born.
And I may have created a monster.
But that's another post.