I know enough of life by now to know that if I say, "I can do ten of these a week and get it done well before the deadline," there will be quite a few weeks of me doing absolutely nothing until the eleventh hour. It's something I try to work on, this procrastination thing, but in the end it usually gets the better of me.
Well this time it just can't. Get the better of me, that is. It's just too big a deal. There's a roll of twenty yards of linen (twenty!) waiting for me to get to work, and get to work I'd better.
Here's the latest:
I happen to really like the way this little guy looks, and luckily it doesn't take nearly as long as some of the other ones I'd been doing. It's a start at least.