|It was good light for stitching. The Winter Chair has been cleared of clean laundry so when I have time to sit there and stitch, I will.|
Thanks to everyone for the words of encouragement. There will be no more whining. Nothing is impossible. I gave the chaos of the studio fifteen minutes and put these four pieces back in storage, for now. Looking at them closely, handling them - I can say without a shred of embarrassment, they are fucking fabulous. Getting them exposure is on me.
Top to bottom these are Los Dados Encantada, Consolation , Jazz Takes Over, and Karma I . I am not going to let all this passion evaporate.
The first direction I got today, and I can't tell you where I heard it or read it, was "Do what you love". I must have repeated that ten times and decided I sounded senile.
It's a lovely sentiment when it's not set in a framework of reality, like available hours. Still, there are minutes to be claimed and I'll claim them.
I love what I am doing except for the paying job. How hilarious is that? I found out the other day that my boss and my immediate supervisor have both "moved on". All I have to do is figure out how to replace about 1200.00 a month from some other source and I can catch the same train they did.
We are having a bit of Indian summer here in Georgia so I took the time to tend the temple this morning and got in a mile in at the park, my knee feeling better for it rather than worse is a good sign. And while I was out there on the trail, a major rough patch in the writing resolved itself. All of this bounty and tonight, the final game of the world series. Since I have no horse in this race, I'll be watching with one eye and doing something creative with the other.
And for those of you who stop by for the eye candy, here's a treat. Yoda stopped by. He said
"Do. Or do not. There is no try."