Small, Medium and Large Cone Santa
It was a very long weekend. Although the Festivals are fun for the town, for me they mean losing my day off on Sunday. Rug hooking is an exclusive craft, the town may be bursting at the seams with visitors but there has to be an interest in this craft to open the shop door. Sometimes they enter just to check us out and turn on a dime when they see nothing but walls of wool. Crazy I know! Taking my entire weekend for such low numbers is rough, and having no day off takes a toll.
When I arrived home Sunday evening, I spied a bottle of wine from Wednesday’s party and did something I’ve never done before. I poured myself a glass. Maybe it was sleep deprivation that made me do it, or the devil! I have never, ever, hankered for a drink after work...could this be the beginning of something bad, sliding down the rabbit hole of inebriation? A year from now I'll be living on the street, begging for wool from passersby?
Actually, there wasn’t any room for the bottle in the fridge packed to capacity with leftovers, and letting it sit on the counter seemed a waste of wine and the money someone spent on it. There was very little taken from the bottle so I would have felt guilty pouring it down the drain. Wine doesn’t go flat but it does lose its appeal after it’s opened. That was the first sip of wine in months and first ever after a day of work. What a weird concept for me, but as it mellowed out the evening and replaced the chill of outside with a warm sensation, I started thinking, maybe its something I should visit more often, you know, for medicinal reasons and stress relief.
I didn’t have a difficult week, just a long one so its difficult to justify drinking. Sometimes sitting around doing little is more exhausting than working hard. Sometimes I feel if I stop moving I'll be overtaken by laziness and learn to like it but no one can work without a break, it's rough on the old legs. It was lack luster crawling out of bed yesterday morning. It would have been wonderful to stay home and veg on the sofa, but I had to open for those who expect the shops to be available during the festival, and you never know when a rug hooking sister will come through the door. In this instance the boss doesn't get any perks, she has to man the helm of an empty ship.
Sunday might have been a very long day if Patsy didn’t drop in mid-afternoon for some hooking and chat. I wasn’t much inspired to do anything so her company made the minutes tick by a bit faster and we had a good ole yarn.
I had very few people in the shop this weekend. Saturday it rained and although that usually doesn’t put a damper on festival enthusiasm, there we a few car accidents that stopped traffic for hours on the 103, cars were lined up in the hundreds and I’m sure a lot of them were destined for Mahone Bay, making the town very quiet. Even Sunday, on my way to work the streets were like a ghost town with only a person here and there. I think last weekend was much more successful than this one, too bad for the town with all the work put into the festival. The highlight of the day was seeing the Grinch rush by my window hauling a tree obviously stolen as the story goes. I rushed out in the cold to take his picture, the wind ripped through my thin shirt and almost numbed my fingers but it was worth the shot. I wonder who was behind the mask.....
Leaving work around 5:00, the cold hit like a driven nail. I had to run the engine and did a tour about town to warm up the frigid car so I could nip into the grocery store and not leave the pups in the deep freeze. I met Mary there and invited her down to hook with me and then I ran into Charlene and invited her as well but quite frankly I won’t be surprised to not hear from either of them because I personally wouldn’t venture out in the cold once home and tucked in for the night. I’ll happily hook in front of a warm fire with pups around my feet. I hooked three more Santa’s and plan to work on a video on how to finish them to post later this week.
When I arrived home Sunday evening, I spied a bottle of wine from Wednesday’s party and did something I’ve never done before. I poured myself a glass. Maybe it was sleep deprivation that made me do it, or the devil! I have never, ever, hankered for a drink after work...could this be the beginning of something bad, sliding down the rabbit hole of inebriation? A year from now I'll be living on the street, begging for wool from passersby?
Actually, there wasn’t any room for the bottle in the fridge packed to capacity with leftovers, and letting it sit on the counter seemed a waste of wine and the money someone spent on it. There was very little taken from the bottle so I would have felt guilty pouring it down the drain. Wine doesn’t go flat but it does lose its appeal after it’s opened. That was the first sip of wine in months and first ever after a day of work. What a weird concept for me, but as it mellowed out the evening and replaced the chill of outside with a warm sensation, I started thinking, maybe its something I should visit more often, you know, for medicinal reasons and stress relief.
I didn’t have a difficult week, just a long one so its difficult to justify drinking. Sometimes sitting around doing little is more exhausting than working hard. Sometimes I feel if I stop moving I'll be overtaken by laziness and learn to like it but no one can work without a break, it's rough on the old legs. It was lack luster crawling out of bed yesterday morning. It would have been wonderful to stay home and veg on the sofa, but I had to open for those who expect the shops to be available during the festival, and you never know when a rug hooking sister will come through the door. In this instance the boss doesn't get any perks, she has to man the helm of an empty ship.
Sunday might have been a very long day if Patsy didn’t drop in mid-afternoon for some hooking and chat. I wasn’t much inspired to do anything so her company made the minutes tick by a bit faster and we had a good ole yarn.
I had very few people in the shop this weekend. Saturday it rained and although that usually doesn’t put a damper on festival enthusiasm, there we a few car accidents that stopped traffic for hours on the 103, cars were lined up in the hundreds and I’m sure a lot of them were destined for Mahone Bay, making the town very quiet. Even Sunday, on my way to work the streets were like a ghost town with only a person here and there. I think last weekend was much more successful than this one, too bad for the town with all the work put into the festival. The highlight of the day was seeing the Grinch rush by my window hauling a tree obviously stolen as the story goes. I rushed out in the cold to take his picture, the wind ripped through my thin shirt and almost numbed my fingers but it was worth the shot. I wonder who was behind the mask.....
Leaving work around 5:00, the cold hit like a driven nail. I had to run the engine and did a tour about town to warm up the frigid car so I could nip into the grocery store and not leave the pups in the deep freeze. I met Mary there and invited her down to hook with me and then I ran into Charlene and invited her as well but quite frankly I won’t be surprised to not hear from either of them because I personally wouldn’t venture out in the cold once home and tucked in for the night. I’ll happily hook in front of a warm fire with pups around my feet. I hooked three more Santa’s and plan to work on a video on how to finish them to post later this week.
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