This is my usual spot in the evening, unless I am motivated to weave towels on my Leclerc compact, which I have here at home.
I'm not into it.
Or I get the baking bug, and make muffins or pies or such.
I don't want to.
Or I decide I need to make fiesta skirts out in the kitchen on my sewing machine.
Doesn't move me.
Tonight I am firmly planted here, on the sofa, with my dog.
Sometimes, it just is what it is. I usually am unmotivated when I have had a busy day, and got a lot done. So that's a good thing.
My apprentice, whom I shall refer to as "L", is weaving up a storm. I am so happy about this, you have no idea. It is such a gift to have HELP, and creative help, at that.
I know that she has had some reservations about whether or not she could do this, but I know that if she sticks around, next year at this time, she will be weaving without any assistance at all. In fact, it will probably happen long before that.
And having help frees me up to do lots of other things.
Warping looms for one.
I do a lot of tying new warps on to ones that are finished. You weavers know what I mean. It saves a lot of time.
My toothache is gone, just a little soreness in my jaw. What a relief. It is actually the first good day I have had this week. Maybe that is why I am tired now.
Time to go home and make dinner.
Shadows are long, the sun is going down. Even though it is only 4pm, the day is about done.
That's OK, tomorrow is another day.