Life has not left a lot of time for new creativity. I have been working on bags for my shop. I realized that I had sold a few but not replaced them. A lot of my time currently trying to replenish my stock. Or coaching. Six hours of coaching on Sunday and not a moment to touch the sweater I am crocheting that I brought with me.
It is not the same as making something new but it is making. Making helps my soul and mind. Even if it is repetitive (like a quilt) or making the same thing over and over again. It is why I think of myself as an artisan.
And I may have a range for my dye making. We pulled the old gas one out of the apartment. There was a supposed gas leak but the range was old enough that a new one was not too much of a surprise. I need to clean out the Tea House so my dye studio can be created. But I do believe I will need to wait until it is a tad cooler.
Then, I would also have a place to play with pigments! I have a small sample that I wish to use. I was thinking painting on fabric or block printing on a skirt I am making from a nightgown that started to fall apart. A piece of linen it became that just needs a waistband, buttons, and dyed with tea. I drink tea most mornings before I get dressed but love white nightgowns. They do not really mix! Another worktable to build and shelves!
By the way, I am reading books that rhyme with Koda Bear if my prose seems to do the same!
I know this is a jumble and babble but there is also a antihistamine at work as well as rhyming prose. Apologies.