Life happens. The quilt show was a mixed blessing. I blogged about it on the other blog, and boy(!) did I ever get responses--as many through direct e-mail as I did comments on the blog! It was interesting to get comments from people whose blogs I bookmark because I admire them and their work so much.
But mounting the Canadian Content exhibit was wonderful and the feedback very, very gratifying. And I sold my piece in the show. She has agreed to let it stay with the show until the show is retired, so I don't get paid until it is delivered, but she is someone I have dealt with before and trust.
And, of course, I'm exhausted. I must have overdone it with my poor pinkie finger. I changed the splint on Saturday, but he splints I was given at Misericordia are worn out and I was forced to use a piece of the Alumafoam I bought. The foam on that is not very good. The one time I tried it, a few weeks ago, my skin got red and sore, and this time I knew within 36 hours that I was in trouble. It was very red/purple, and swollen, and I could see that the surface of the skin was breaking down. So we got a new piece and put it on the other side of the finger, before bed last night. The position isn't great, but the skin is a little better looking this morning. I tried to call my therapist this morning, but she is on holiday, so I'm on my own for now. Neither David nor I are feeling good about how this is playing out.
But after my stitchery group get-together this afternoon, I have a whole week ahead of me to work in the studio--and maybe catchup with housework. (Maybe--)
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