I realized that while I’ve shown glimpses from my room after finishing, I never officially wrote the last post of our building project. I’m still waiting for one set of shelves for books and weaving gear, but that requires a remodelling of G’s office, so I’ll count that as improvement rather than part of the “done”.
“Replace fear of the unknown with curiosity.” -Danny Gokey (?)
Another month has unfolded and about to run out, with hopes of the next one being gentler for sitting tasks and skinny cold fingers. I’m being flooded with opportunities to practice what I spoke of recently, oiling the door between the brain studio and the public lounge out front. Such as unexpected financial changes looming, a little kitty with patella issues, wacky hormones with the accompanying pains and other bodily distractions. All designed to steer my focus away from “the work”; Godzilla anxiety vs. Wonderwoman calm and joy.
Just as the studio was all lovely and tidy with space to work in, things have been thrown into disarray and corners stacked high with stuff.
And it’s because because because:
So now I have to figure out what to do with this Expedit bookcase, looks like it needs to go back in the house.
Sorry, haven’t been making anything lately to show. I never learned to love that rug and since it was too harsh on my body I cut it off before it reached full size. It can be used to catch shuttles however until I find or make something else. Onwards!
You’d think after all that waiting one would be careful to perfect the last leg of the journey, right? Not around here we don’t…
Drying the wool was taking forever, so now I have all my buckets in play. I also switched from vinegar to citric acid, because working in the same room as the dye pots are a headache waiting to happen.
