Look what happened in the studio today:
My faithful tape measure – an 18th birthday present from my parents* no less – has these last few years resided chiefly over the breast beam of one loom or another. Alas, today it became entangled with the apron rod and I, all unnoticing, advanced the warp too sharply and poor tape measure was rent asunder.
An era has ended.
*Just in case that sounds a bit weird, I should perhaps mention that they also gave me a box full of other sewing essentials and a sewing machine of my very own.