There are big shuffles at work right now. I don’t know who will be my manager and I’m sad that I won’t be working for the manager I have right now. The way it was handled was a tragic example of how not to do things.

I hate it.

But at least I don’t hate all of my shoes anymore.

Tomorrow is Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival and a chance to enjoy a sunny day with my dear friends around fiber. I’m on the hunt for a new shuttle for the loom.

I think it will be epic.

And I’ll wear shoes I love and try really really hard not to think about work until I have to.

Soon I’m going to get good pictures of Vivian resurrected.