Yesterday, David started training a new recruiter for his company, at our house. He's a nice guy, who was in the Army with David. Well, David bought some big fat steaks for dinner, but it turns out the guy doesn't eat red meat. Good thing he mentioned it before cooking. Anyway, I pulled together a big spaghetti dinner out of the cupboard and freezer, with salad, garlic bread and dessert. Shazaam!
I took an online seminar yesterday on the business of being a fiber artist, and here are my takeaways: don't quit your day job; practice, practice, practice; think about bang versus buck; and it's okay to make a profit on your work. That is, weaving scarves can be great, but the warping and finishing work are very time-consuming: can I charge enough for the item to pay for that time? Making fabric and sewing it into something might be great, if you like to sew. Sometimes you can find something small and easy to make, spend one day a week making those in bulk, and spend your other hours working on something more intricate. A thought-provoking talk, and well worth the investment, I thought. It's one thing to daydream about weaving and another thing entirely to make a business plan, weave for production, and market your wares.
This weekend, I'm starting an eight week series of seminars on Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction. (That title needs some stress reduction, sheesh.) I'm the type who falls asleep at meditation sessions, but I'm hopeful that I'll learn some useful techniques for focusing on the good in my life. I hope that this training will help me to live more peacefully, at work, home, and meetings. I have a hunch that stress is related to being mad about things I can't control. It's just a hunch.
And in a move that should surprise exactly no one, I've signed up for an all-day spinning class at the next Carolina Fiber Festival. I have maintained for years that I don't need to make my own yarn, there's plenty for sale, and yet here I am. No self-restraint, that's me. I got a small flax wheel from a local antique store last fall, on the grounds that it was pretty and I liked it, but had no plans to do anything but gaze at it admiringly.
I'd say I'd lost my mind, but really, that sucker took off years ago.