Saturday, April 21, 2012
an art day
I fell asleep in the middle of the game last night. yes 9-1. good on ya Bravos. Now I can carry on with my day once I finish this cup of coffee.
Had to set this piece aside last night because I was stitching while tired and twice stabbed m'self bloody and didn't want to have to wash the thing half finished. There 's not enough light to stitch by yet this morning so there are two large baskets of hand dyes beside me for divvying up into new cloth burritos since the store is about wiped out (thank you!)
Here's hoping the temps lift out of the sixties later because I'd also like to get a new batch of cloth into the dyepots.
I had the most realistic and complex dream last night - the kind of dream where a long forgotten unfinished piece of business comes together with a bow on it as if written by some master storyteller. In the morning the world looks different.
Yesterday I was moved to silliness and tears repeatedly by both of these videos here and here