Whoops!
In my zeal to weave lots-n-lots this weekend, I've successfully given myself a blister only halfway into Saturday, right where my hand holds the shuttle while I'm beating.
This is bad for the obvious reason (I won't be able to weave like a madwoman for the rest of the weekend but will have to take it easy), but it's also bad because I haven't brought any other handwork and the book I have is kind of meh. Also, my internet connection here is REALLY slow, so I can't even use surfing as a Plan B.
All this means that I'm likely to keep weaving anyhow, 'cause I need to do *something*. Ow.
This is bad for the obvious reason (I won't be able to weave like a madwoman for the rest of the weekend but will have to take it easy), but it's also bad because I haven't brought any other handwork and the book I have is kind of meh. Also, my internet connection here is REALLY slow, so I can't even use surfing as a Plan B.
All this means that I'm likely to keep weaving anyhow, 'cause I need to do *something*. Ow.