After wrapping up the big main part Sunday night, I finished up the last bit of the harvest work on Monday; I’d left what I thought would be the easiest portion for last. Not so; it took all day. I contentedly worked in my stocking feet, savoring the sweet warmth of the lovely heated floor, watching this happen. There’s something so peaceful about experiencing the change of season here, three stages in a little over two weeks. (It should mostly melt today).
I now have nice amounts of four new fibers (three different types from one plant) squirreled away to work with this winter, as well as a couple of familiar ones to learn new things about. Now the focus is on the making; a third new piece is drying (also on the heated floor) and hopefully the preceding two have taught me how to make this one to be what I want. And still, Ragdale continues its work on my thought processes; even if I did nothing else here, this residency would be invaluable for that.
A new resident arrived, a very nice writer I’ve been here with before, and there was a great bustling shift of room-changing yesterday. When I saw someone moving out of the sweet Yellow Room, I asked for it, and moved in. Last night, I slept the best I have since I’ve been here, and am off to the studio to happily, intentionally break rules, doing what I do.