I read somewhere once that if you can just keep doing something for 21 days, it will become a habit. Now it is possible that I have too many habits to fit another one in, like right now, I have 5 minutes before I need to go milk the goats - and that habit has been with me for 32 years. And I really can't sleep unless I unwind in the evening by doing something fibery, the last two evenings it has been custom spinning some nice fluffy dog hair. But, I really want my writing to become a habit.
So, day one.
Erie has been hollering for 24 hours. I bred her to Footsie yesterday morning and I hope it took. She is the world's most obnoxious goat when she is in heat.
I'm headed out to milk and do chores in just a minute. The air is soft and cool this morning. We had a couple inches of rain night before last, so everything is still delightfully damp.
The "Not Quite Blonde" shawl has a new home, as do three of my Fleecyful rugs.
And now it's off to do chores.
So, day one.
Erie has been hollering for 24 hours. I bred her to Footsie yesterday morning and I hope it took. She is the world's most obnoxious goat when she is in heat.
I'm headed out to milk and do chores in just a minute. The air is soft and cool this morning. We had a couple inches of rain night before last, so everything is still delightfully damp.
The east wall of my studio with shawls and my new rug rack. |
The west wall of my studio, with fleeces, our farm banner, a new handspun mohair crocheted Tillie shawl and a fall colors shawl on the loom |
The "Not Quite Blonde" shawl has a new home, as do three of my Fleecyful rugs.
And now it's off to do chores.
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