This must be the hottest, dryest summer (if you don’t count the oppressive humidity) that I’ve ever experienced. The forecast is cruel, often predicting rain that never actually materializes. I’m trying to keep my plants alive, but I’ve mostly lost the will to be outdoors. I think it’s time to start fall vegetables, but I can’t seem to muster up the motivation. I keep telling myself that I’ll do it “tomorrow.”
In more positive news, I officially hired my 17-year-old son, Keats, to help me with my little business. I should have done this a long time ago, but I am terrible at delegating. I had no idea how much stress this would relieve for me, or how much mental space it would release, but it has! This is life-changing for me! Keats is doing most of my prep work now and some of my finishing work as well. He has always been very attentive to detail and it’s so good knowing that I can trust his work. He’s cutting fabric, ironing, trimming, and reskeining yarn. I can hand him a bolt of fabric, give him dimensions, and he returns a tidy stack of whatever it is that I asked for. Last weekend we spent a couple of hours listening to violin concertos while working on sachets. He cut all the fabric for me ahead of time and then I sat and sewed the sachets while he turned them right side out and ironed them. It was wonderfully productive and all-around happy for me. I think it’s a good situation for both of us. I am freed up to focus on the more creative side of things and he can save more money towards purchasing a viola. He plans to continue to make things for the shop as well: little bird shawl pins and hopefully cutting boards as well. We will be updating the shop next week (Friday, I think) and I’ll have more details about that in my next post. I’m super grateful for Keats’ help and hope this can translate into some great shop updates for all of you!
p.s. Jonny and I visited our county animal shelter this week. I promise our intentions were completely innocent, just your typical date night (afternoon, actually). I assured Jonny that I just wanted to visit the cats, and possibly adopt one, but only if I felt a strong connection with one of them. (I’ve been a little sad because Intruder and Rosie have chosen to stay with our neighbors after all.) After spending about half an hour with the cats, we decided to visit the dogs too, for no reason really other than that we like dogs. There were only about half a dozen dogs there and we were immediately struck by the presence of a funny little white, long-bodied dog. I’ll tell you all about him soon, but in the meantime, could you help us name him? We can’t seem to come up with anything that fits.