I am in love with the work I am making. I am utterly in love with my shop. I love that I can stay up and keep working, all night if I have to or want to, or just until I run out of gas.
I’m on a short dinner break; a fresh pot of coffee just finished brewing. The tables upstairs are littered with brass filigree, telescope lenses, peacock feathers, bits of chain, beads, wire, and tools. There are four enameled pins that are going to be completed tonight, and, if the caffeine keeps me going, four to six spyglass necklaces as well. (Tues and Weds are photo days, so yes, you get to see.)
Two of the walls are draped with fabric and hung with picture frames and contraptions cobbled together from thrift-store brass. Tomorrow I’ll finish getting them shaped up into finished displays. After that, document it all, ship off some applications for shows, then Thursday load it in to the Doubletree. It’s busy, but good.
Earlier today the rain thundered down on the tin roof of the shop. It doesn’t often rain that hard here, but today it really poured. I listened to the rain coming down; let it rain, I got nowhere I need to go today.
Then, this afternoon I took a nap, and for the second day in a row the small cat crept up onto my chest and we both fell asleep with me hugging her. *kitten love!*
…and then the pudgy cat decided that, if the little cat was on my sternum, well then, she needed to be on my clavicle. After about 15 seconds of helpless giggling at her stupidity/obstinacy/obliviousness, it was time to get up and get back to work.
As it is now, too. :)
This is all win!
If I come down to Con for a day, can I crash on your floor?