I finally got the towel warp off the AVL, just in time for a show in Vermont.
It was a nice day, and a nice show, but the whole day I found myself wondering what the heck I was doing.
Loading the truck the day before is a huge job, but necessary so we can leave at the crack of dawn the next day.
Then we have to unload the truck in a designated amount of time, so we don't hold up the line of traffic behind us.
Then it's set up time, making a 10' x 10' tent look like a place to shop.
Then it's time to load the truck up, and now, we have even LESS time. By the time we drive away, we are whipped. An hour or better on the road, and it feels much longer.
12 hours after we left, we arrive home, and then we have to UNLOAD the truck.
We barely get it in the barn, and product in the house. The actual putting everything where it belongs doesn't happen until the next day.
In short, I think I am getting over shows. Like REALLY getting over shows.
I have some thinking to do. Just the guild show left in November, which does not require me to be there for four days.
But before shows start next spring, I have to try to figure out another way to market my wares. I definitely felt like it was just too much work. Or maybe I'm just getting too old to really enjoy it.
Or does anyone really.
On the studio front, I have a "milk" warp that I dyed, on the loom and just about ready to go.
My friend from Georgia was here all last week, and we did some crafting together.
I had planned a couple of things, and made sure I had all the stuff we needed.
Feathers from old books was one of them.
They really turned out better than I expected. We dipped them in glitter, some silver, some god.
And now I have them hanging all over my house.
Friday, my grands came, and we did more crafting. Apparently painting a unicorn is pretty hysterical.
And yes, the dinosaur is blue.
On the dog front, I can't believe that I was worried about two dogs. Willie is good for Naya, and she is good for him.
I love what Denise called this game: "Bitey Face".
Yes, and they do it every day. Several times, so it must really be fun.
They are busy all day, and they crash at night. And it's true, a dog loves nothing more than another dog.
My friend kind of rolls her eyes, I know she wonders what on earth anyone would want two dogs for.
But I can't imagine my house without them.
So after a pretty exhausting week, I'm now spending a pretty quiet weekend.
Despite the occasional bumps in the road, I am blessed.
My six grands.
My three beautiful daughters.
Life is good.