new measures of "progress"

recorded in a journal entry from july 31, 2025.

I was moving forward steadily on a few weavings, hoping to put them in a dye bath by tomorrow. But Frankie woke quite early from her nap. She’s having her first real rough bout of teething and is all out of sorts. Had to put the work aside and lay in bed with her until she fell back asleep. Hate to see her hurting but it’s also so rare to cuddle her for extended periods, she’s always on the move these days. Now reading alongside, lulled by her little breaths. Learning that this is a part of the work too, these pauses, these in-between moments. Love the idea of these being woven into my practice and each individual piece. Looking back and remembering these sweet and very fleeting pieces of our life together.