The title is a line from one of Lynne's posts. I'm trying to emulate the joy she imparts when she talks about her work, even when it's not necessarily working. I can't stop the chatter in my head about my direction, but today is the wrong day to think about it.
A few weavers from Blenheim are in town today; of course I was planning to join them, but I've given it a miss. My brain feels it hasn't had oxygen in a week. I might try gardening a go. (I have to be pretty desperate to say that publicly!) Or I'll weave more of the cotton.
Thanks for all of your comments these last few days; they have been delicious, nutritious food for thoughts. I'm loving the collaborative "What's Next for Meg" search.