July 7th, I am packing to leave once again before the crack of dawn - off to another adventure in the life of the traveling, drive by workshop instructor. This time I am heading to San Antonio to teach the Airey Fairy Scarf (much needed in air conditioned Texas!) and a whole day of hand-felted jewelry forms - snakes and beads which can be embellished to one's contented heart's limit once dry.
But before any packing could be done, I had to repaint the floor of Studio B (B for Basement). I do this every two years instead of washing the floor. It just feels so good to have that pristine space. However then I have to run after students with a towel lest they drip some foul water on my new floor. I sweep every day. And then I start to pack.
I have finally started to sell my books, now that I am feeling like the little ole lady in a shoe with all these "children" about. Next project is to set up a shop on Big Cartel and list the books and brooches and artworks and even pieces of resist dyed felt. I just really want to be a shop keeper, truth be known, so I can endlessly arrange the 'product' on shelves and tables. I dream of having an old fashioned - mostly seen on tv shows like the ancient Gunsmoke, which formed my childhood ideas of how the world worked - type of storefront. That's my idea of a grand life. Sitting in the back room drinking coffee around the pot bellied stove and listening for the tinkle of the front door when another friendly customer comes in, ready to fill her basket with beautiful things and bring juicy gossip from the outside. ahhh.