I was spinning up some yarn for my friend Mary (it’s in the mail today, I promise), and I had to split it among two separate bobbins. It wasn’t a big deal, and the yarn came out awesome. I found myself wishing I had a larger flyer and bobbin for my wheel. I’d be able to spin one continuous hank of yarn. I swear, the Universe cocked her ear to the side and started listening to me. I woke up the day after finishing the yarn to a lady posting a jumbo sliding flyer that just happened to fit on my spinning wheel. It was a sign.
This is for the folks that are currently trying to earn a living wage through selling their art, whether it be paintings, dolls, amazing woodworking, jewelry, or whatever. We should be over the moon, ecstatic, and smiling all the time, because we make beautiful (awesome, insert your own adjective here) things. Then we sell those pieces of art to other people. How lucky are we? We are very, very, very lucky.