It's official! Not only did the sail I build (with some help) earn its label of approval, I even stitched it on m'self. I earned the honor on my two month anniversary of beginning at the loft. Speech, you ask? Well, for starters I'm tired! In a good way.
I imagine my experience thus far might be equivalent to taking an immersion language course at a respected institution filled with gorgeous and delightful yet super down-to-business instructors. Some days I go home and go right to bed. At first, I wondered why I was so exhausted. After all, I had come from another job of intensive learning and labor aboard tall ships. I work indoors now. Eventually, however, I accepted the fact my new job is simply tougher in many ways. And there aren't even sea shanties to keep up morale when you drive a needle through your thigh. Well, none yet anyway. I may write one ladies, heads up!
My stamina is slowly building as time passes. I am looking forward to tackling yet another new sail, and hopefully with less assistance. At least I won't have to ask how to stitch on a label.