Gee, this just does not look like the hours of work that it actually required. I went through my Closet of Doom (boxes fall on your head, you could die) and got out the wool boxes and then sorted out larger pieces and blankets suitable for making more homeless supplies. Then cutting and pinning . . .
This is 19 pairs of mittens @ four pieces each mitt, and eight scarves. Lots and lots of sewing, first by machine and then finishing up by hand.
Also been spinning soft blends of llama and wool I carded on the drum carder, knitable weights.
Am almost over my chest cold. Funny, I thought after the surgery was my "watch yourself" time of vulnerability--but this creeping crud has ahold of my friends in five states. I did visit a potential job site this morning. Oh, but I am so hungry for some work, some purposeful thing to do to help others, a real label again. I feel like all my administrative and people skills are languishing, wasted on a cat who sleeps most of the day in whatever room I'm using the most.
Am itching to get started on the large sketches for the paintings in my head. I can get rolls of paper fairly cheap, that's not a problem, and it will be good to have them ready when it's time to stretch and gesso the canvases. Full sized sketches are best for me, don't have to extrapolate them into the larger format when transferring them, and the sense of scale/line size ratio is already worked out in advance.