At Home

Home is becoming my home again and the studio is where the work is happening. The amount of production I am able to accomplish is astounding. So much so that I did not knit when I came home in the evening. I read books, I played with my cats and John and I actually sat down for meals at the same time. But occasionally the work *did* drift into the house. This separation of the artisan at studio and knitting on the couch has made an enormous difference to my life.

Thank you for all of the wonderful comments and e-mails received recently. They have propelled me forward. Rather than not blogging, occasional blogging is a bit more reasonable (and I missed it) and apparently a few people missed me as well *blush*.

I lost myself in the drum carder turning out miles of kid mohair with small bits of glitter seeing what I remembered from my day with Lexi. The core spun is a wonderful surprise as each sweep of your hand creates a different dimension, fluff, cloud and layer of wool. Hidden, the base yarn which occasionally peaks through is a lovely surprise.

This is a mountain of fibre. The skein is 170 grams and 130 yards. I thought about putting it under my pillow. Then I thought about making it my pillow and thinking more clearly left it on the nightstand.

Yes, I had a yarn dream. It was a good one (well a strange one). It involved a London Drugs and a long airline flight of knitting. I have had a lot of yarn dreams lately. Must have something to do with the increased production and the start of the Farmer's Market Season.

There have been a lot of visitors to the studio. It's not fancy and a small space as well. But being shared, it has an amazing energy and creativity sparking the air. And this fabulous bouquet of flowers from JP as a studio warming gift. Liking their environment, even the bouquet is thriving in the space.

Oh, and just as an added bonus. I am able to ride my bike to the studio. Vancouver has an amazing system of bike paths that has kept me from most harm, except that which I manage to do to myself. I have stocked up on gauze and bandages.