“breakfast starts at 7:30,” he says in a bit of a startle when the alarm clock goes off at 7:10 this morning.
“so?” i say, rolling over for (at least) a 10-minute snooze.
“so we need to get moving,” he says in a tone that’s rather annoyingly urgent.
we have breakfast, and as i look forward to heading directly to the studio to start working on something – anything – he reminds me that class doesn’t start till 9, even though the studios open at 8. his engineer is showing.
when we meet for lunch, he’s thrown another 6 pots:
AND he tells me that he’s gotten over his bout with perfectionism. i clap a little bit, delighted to know that he’s embraced the wonkiness factor:
by the time we met for supper, he’d glazed all his pots and finished a face jug:
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meanwhile, my day started out with a trip to the local cemetery where we did a few tombstone rubbings before the downpour turned us back an hour or so ahead of schedule. this is the one i rubbed:
back in the studio, i set to work dressing up my key a wee little bit:
and laying out and basting Rinse Cycle 5:
as well as Rinse Cycle 6:
i can’t begin to describe how relaxing it is to spend so much time in the studio. (even if i haven’t yet completely tucked in and shed the outside world.) oh, if my life could be like this.
there is stitching in my immediate future. and a lot of it.
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as we left the fiber studio when andy came to pick me up for lunch, i said i wanted to start putting in at least 37.5 hours on writing and stitching each week to which he said “and you need to get your studio so that it’s conducive to creating space wise.” oh man am i ever glad he came now cause after being in this fabulous fiber studio a few times, he sees how important it is to have a space that loves it when you’re creating. even if he hasn’t thought about the fact that i’ll need his help to make changes.