I can't imagine working with this stove. I just don't have the strength to stoke
the fire and manage those heavy iron pots, day after day after day.
This seems a bit more manageable.
But the work is never done: these rags must be ripped into strips, sewn together, and wound.
Then they're woven on this enormous loom to become floor mats.
I say I would love to do all these things... but only as hobbies. I don't think I could bear the physical weariness I would feel if I had to do them, day in, day out. And without central heating! No, I suppose I prefer the life I lead, in which I only dabble in these things, then return to my books and writing. But who know what may happen someday? Maybe I'll turn farmwife...