… equals a perfect day for weaving. I did a few things on the to-do list and ignored the rest. The fire in the woodburning stove is going, and many inches have been woven today. I hope to get to the part where the tapestry starts by the end of the day. My focus is not great, but I do feel rested finally. Two naps yesterday and an early night did the trick. Tomorrow may mean more dreary weaving weather and a few more things from the list. At some point I really do have to call a plumber for the kitchen sink.
I went to the art supply store today to buy a few things for my grandson. He’s a pretty good little artist, so I got a set of graphite pencils, good sharpener, eraser, and a sketchbook. He may be too young for the pencils, but he wants a “real” compass. Thought I’d make him what I call a design kit. In my design kit, I keep a protractor, pencils, sharpener, compass, rulers, scissors, and whatever other stuff I may need. Since I can roll it up, I carry it with me when I travel—you can never tell when the muse will visit. Beck was really fascinated with the compass, so I have warned his mother that it a sharp point. Now, the younger one is playing the piano. Wonder how his parents would feel about a harmonica—with instructions for play the blues, of course!