seems like my break from weaving only lasted a few days… i thought i had drunk the last of the `creative juice` in the fridge but i guess there was another bottle in the cupboard. spent yesterday doing a massive warping session on top of an indigo dying adventure. warp chains dancing from my ceiling. feel terrified to begin for some reason, but can`t stop myself. perhaps because the last small piece i wove was stuck on the loom for over a week and it felt like weaving torture. i couldn`t bring myself to cut it off, though i know i should have. weaver hell. now - will i make a mess or a masterpiece today?