I don't work outside the home. Not typically anyway. Back in May, due to circumstances not of our own making, we had to start our own business. In July, we acquired a building and in August we officially opened. During the summer, I'd help with whatever I could. Some cutting here, sewing there, that sort of thing. I'm getting to where I can now walk in and not feel intimidated by the tasks set before me, at least for the most part.

On Saturday, dh brought a project into the shop, and it had my name all over it. Once we figured out our plan of action, it wasn't so bad. There were a few moments when I wanted to bash hub's head in with yard stick. I get his need for control, especially when it comes to shop related things, but after working through the weekend and a few 12 hour days, his lack of confidence and incessant hovering got to be way too much. I was tired! I was cold! (Not only had the heater quit working at home, but the shop doesn't heat easily, the bricks seep coldness, even more so in 20 degree weather.) Having skipped breakfast and lunch and nearing the evening meal, I was hungry! Hubs had other work to do. After a huff, a cross the arms, a scowl, and a whatever, he finally left me alone.

I finished the job last night. He needed to install the job this morning. I worried. What ifs, ran wildly through my head. I couldn't stand the thought that I might have done something wrong, both for the customer's sake and mine. I told hubs not to call me after it was done. I didn't want to know. I wanted to forget about the job and move on to something else. Whatever the something was, I succeeded. I had forgotten all about the job, until he called.

We have a pair of beautiful antique high back chairs in right now. I didn't get pictures before they were stripped. I hope to get some when they are finished, although I'm not sure I'm pleased with the chosen fabric. Of course, we don't say over that.