At KCRF, the front gate ceremony is going on, cannon is ten minutes away, and I'm snug in my "office" with a cup of coffee, a big (for me) breakfast under my belt, and a long day of sewing ahead. Frankly, I'm not sure where I'd rather be. It's a toss-up.
Two days ago I was caught up on tights orders. Today, I'm starting to fall behind. There's a lot of sewing that came my way over the summer, and if I'd had to freedom to work on it, I wouldn't have fallen behind. With Michelle's health, though, I end up out of the shop more than I'm in it, and the habit of not refusing work is hard to break. I take a great deal of satisfaction in, say, the yeoman guard uniforms, and now I've got some feeling of ownership, a feeling of proprietary jealousy and the idea of someone else making them is unthinkable. I flatter myself to think that whoever comes after me is going to have a lot to live up to, and will spend his/her days cursing my name.
In any case, just generally, I'm about four weeks behind. It's not insurmountable.
Two days ago I was caught up on tights orders. Today, I'm starting to fall behind. There's a lot of sewing that came my way over the summer, and if I'd had to freedom to work on it, I wouldn't have fallen behind. With Michelle's health, though, I end up out of the shop more than I'm in it, and the habit of not refusing work is hard to break. I take a great deal of satisfaction in, say, the yeoman guard uniforms, and now I've got some feeling of ownership, a feeling of proprietary jealousy and the idea of someone else making them is unthinkable. I flatter myself to think that whoever comes after me is going to have a lot to live up to, and will spend his/her days cursing my name.
In any case, just generally, I'm about four weeks behind. It's not insurmountable.