It wasn’t the kind of spring break where you go somewhere fun and lie on the beach. This was more of a forced break. About mid-April, I cut my finger while cooking. I’ll spare you the details, but it was the left index finger and it needed nine stitches. All will eventually be fine, but it was pretty bad. And not just physically.
Sitting in the emergency room, I started to panic. I had earlier injured my elbow and developed tendonitis. That injury required that I try to not do the things that made it hurt, which seemed to be pretty much everything involving my right hand. In a rural setting, where there is always some sort of labor to be done, it was particularly difficult. I could do some things, and thankfully, I could still weave with some modifications to how I move about. But so many things – gardening, cooking, getting dressed in the morning – aggravated my injury and it seemed to not be getting better at all, and often getting worse. I panicked because now I had two hands I couldn’t use and so many more things I wouldn’t be able to do. And how permanent would it be? Would I be able to tie tiny little knots anymore? Would I be able to do all the things I need that finger to do? I foolishly quit my day job for this and now there might not be any “this”.
The surgeon explained that the finger would heal. He probably said some other stuff, too, but I kind of stopped listening after that. All I could think of was how relieved I was. I could feel the tears of relief running down my face, and I felt a little embarrassed crying in front of the young EMT assisting with the surgery who had just started her first week of work.
Of course the first few days were difficult, but I managed and did get better. I learned to type with nine fingers – boy, that really confuses your brain and switching back to regular 10-finger typing was nearly as confusing – and I did everything with that one finger bandaged and pointing at nothing in particular. I eventually continued working on unfinished projects, and starting some new ones. I wasn’t as productive as I had planned to be, but I did manage a couple of major milestones with the studio to kickstart my still seemingly new life as a weaver.
At the end of April, I had an open house at the studio. The open house was really just about inviting friends and neighbors over and formally introducing myself as a new artist in our community. I got to show off my work and had a lot of fun chatting and visiting. And since it was my party, I could eat as much cheese and crackers as I wanted.
It also got me to organize and clean the place. In addition to rugs hanging on looms, I installed some racks on the back wall to hang more rugs. The rest were stacked on tables in the studio and the back studio to leaf through.
Also new this spring is the new loom, documented in an earlier post. I finally warped some yarn, wound it on the loom and started a test project. It has it’s own quirks and complications, but I’m slowly learning to adjust things and generally getting it to work.
The other big thing for me is to start creating a way to sell my stuff. I have a big plan to create a web site, take online orders, and all that. It’s pretty daunting, so I’ve been procrastinating heavily. So I finally, as a temporary solution, opened up an Etsy shop. I don’t expect a whole lot of business from it, but it’s easy and cheap at least a little better than nothing. In the mean time, I’ll continue weaving.
Up next: crazy twill