In years past, I would scramble like a mad woman trying to get one more, one more, one more warp woven off in time for the shows. After 6 years of dealing with health issues (and the fatigue from the undiagnosed issues for several years before that) I think I am finally learning that there comes a time when it really is too late to squeeze just one more, one more, one more thing into the schedule.
In spite of wanting to have these red scarves ready for this year, it isn't going to happen. And I find myself strangely content with that concept.
They say with age comes wisdom. Perhaps now I'm old enough to be wise?
Currently reading Shifting Shadows by Patricia Briggs (short story collection)