. I guess I’m falling down on the job. There’s too much to do preparing for rug school, filling my day to the brim. I made it to day 15 on the wings of good intentions designing patterns and then things started to wain with that last one taking three days and evenings to complete. I wouldn't have a problem producing designs if there wasn't the added pressure of school preparations so I grew weary.
I still have to do my daily tasks on top of rug school items, my day is filled to running over. I actually have five red dots ready for linen but no time to draw them off. And now I’m working on custom orders for folks that I need to get out first. I’ve had to face facts; I’m not a superwoman and it’s very disappointing. You can see I haven't bitten off my fingernails yet.....that'll be closer to May as the stress builds!
Rug school is about three weeks away and the lists are long of items to prepare. We have regular meetings to discuss where we are and what’s left to do. We will all work diligently until the end and whatever doesn’t get done no one will really know about and what we take will be huge, at least a U-Haul box truck full to the very top which will be nothing to shake a stick at. When I take my shop to rug school I take it very seriously and work my butt off.
Well, off to work to put together kits for orders. Like the story about the cobbler who would wake in the morning and find shoes made by elves. I go to the shop hoping to find things done. If only thinking about stuff in bed at night got it made.....I’d be in major production.
Last night I dyed wool till midnight. It was in a groove and happy. My fingers are all stained green, my nails looking like someone was slowly poisoning me with arsenic. I suppose only a murder mystery buff would think of such things. Anyway I dyed up a large bag of curly sheep roving. It made my hands green but softer than a baby’s bottom from the lanolin. I should have rubbed it on my face. I could still smell that sweet perfume this morning when I woke. There is nothing better than the smell of wool, the backbone of our passion. I also dyed up 10 hanks of curly mohair all different colours, perfect for hooking or knitting. Forgot to take a photo.
I still have to do my daily tasks on top of rug school items, my day is filled to running over. I actually have five red dots ready for linen but no time to draw them off. And now I’m working on custom orders for folks that I need to get out first. I’ve had to face facts; I’m not a superwoman and it’s very disappointing. You can see I haven't bitten off my fingernails yet.....that'll be closer to May as the stress builds!
Rug school is about three weeks away and the lists are long of items to prepare. We have regular meetings to discuss where we are and what’s left to do. We will all work diligently until the end and whatever doesn’t get done no one will really know about and what we take will be huge, at least a U-Haul box truck full to the very top which will be nothing to shake a stick at. When I take my shop to rug school I take it very seriously and work my butt off.
Well, off to work to put together kits for orders. Like the story about the cobbler who would wake in the morning and find shoes made by elves. I go to the shop hoping to find things done. If only thinking about stuff in bed at night got it made.....I’d be in major production.
Last night I dyed wool till midnight. It was in a groove and happy. My fingers are all stained green, my nails looking like someone was slowly poisoning me with arsenic. I suppose only a murder mystery buff would think of such things. Anyway I dyed up a large bag of curly sheep roving. It made my hands green but softer than a baby’s bottom from the lanolin. I should have rubbed it on my face. I could still smell that sweet perfume this morning when I woke. There is nothing better than the smell of wool, the backbone of our passion. I also dyed up 10 hanks of curly mohair all different colours, perfect for hooking or knitting. Forgot to take a photo.
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