So my hands are aching. Another three hours on the grid and pin rail. Keeping the tension in hemp ropes is difficult and painful. When Chester commented on facebook that the rope is thirty years old, I started to wonder why we can;t replace it. I mean, it's safe, but so painful. Yay. The splinters in my fingers are sort of obnoxious at the moment, but oh well. It was fun. And Carissa and I had a great time talking for most of the time.
And Chester was in a great mood all day. My guess is that is was the cake. He did not seem quite as lousy as usual.
And the other day, Connie brought up which shop I should work in. I love both of them. On one hand, I love the work in the shop. But I also love sewing. It is a completely new love. Its fun and its easy. And if I worked upstairs, I would get to wear classy clothes every day. Hmmmm- I just cannot choose. Connie had suggested I could do both. Who knows.
And on another note, with my new earring and all, I was kind of scared for my life. But Deb said it was fine and I can use a spacer, and Connie really did not seem to care. She just said a tattoo would have been a bad choice. Sorry Doug.
And Emily Tau is officially amazing tonight. She brought us skittles.
Oh. And the rope can officially die.
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