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Fell Off the Wagon

I did cut up that plastic dollar tote to make into something stronger, but got caught up with work and set it aside. Then last night some hand-dyed silk and pretty threads called my name, and, well . . .

Felt SO good to do some handwork, except my neck began hurting about an hour into it. I tried changing the way I sit and work, but it's pretty obvious that the doc is right.

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nightsmusic said…
Beautiful! But maybe, if you can't resist the call at all, you could set a 20 minute timer?
September 21, 2019 at 2:53 PM
the author said…
Brilliant idea. Never thought of that. Thanks, Theo.
September 21, 2019 at 4:35 PM
nightsmusic said…
Are you being sarcastic? 😉
September 21, 2019 at 5:31 PM
Andria Crowjoy said…
The break will be worth it when you can enjoy your craft without pain, truly!
September 21, 2019 at 5:39 PM
the author said…
Not at all -- I honestly never thought about using a timer! When I sew the whole world disappears along with time. :)
September 21, 2019 at 7:45 PM
the author said…
Welcome! And yes, you're right. I need to follow doctor's orders. :)
September 21, 2019 at 7:46 PM
Andria Crowjoy said…
Thinking of you and hoping you're well!
December 23, 2019 at 7:12 AM
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