Bad weaver, no biscuit!

I was cranking along today, well on my way to weaving an entire yard in just two days (!), when Mike got home around 6:30.  I decided to take a break and cook dinner.  We had a wonderful Muscovy duck breast that we’d bought at the farmer’s market, which I thought would be very tasty cooked outside on the grill and topped with homemade Meyer lemon marmalade mixed with soy sauce and a little honey.  So I fired up the grill, spread out the coals, took a step towards the house to get the duck breast…

…and stepped, barefoot, onto a cinder.

Ouch.

Quick change of plans: Mike cooks dinner while I sit there with an icepack on my foot (not directly on the burn, insulated with a paper towel – I know that much about burns!).  Fortunately it wasn’t a large cinder and I do have some calluses, but I still have a neat imprint of a cinder on the bottom of my foot.  I fully expect to have a big blister in the morning.

Sadly, the burn is on the wrong foot.  It’s on the right foot, which is the one that lifts all the weight when treadling the loom.  It’s not huge and it’s not in a weight-bearing location, but I should probably lay off weaving for at least a day or two until it heals.  Ditto going to the gym, cycling, and all the other things I’ve been trying to start up again.  Bother!

So, instead, I think I will start working on the muslins tomorrow.  I’m going to start with the coat, because that’s the core element of the ensemble; the dress style might change, but the coat won’t.  So tomorrow  morning I’ll clear off my worktable, lay out the pattern pieces and start cutting the muslin.  Good thing I just bought a new bolt of muslin!  I’m going to need it.