|Last week. Wonder where he is today?|
Sometimes it feels like I have more ideas in my head than I can effectively get done, and other times it feels like I'm doing nothing, wasting time. On days like that, though, sometimes I go to bed and something wanders into my brain that's the answer to the question I didn't know I'd been thinking about for days, so maybe wasting time isn't really; it's giving your brain enough white noise to do important stuff in the background. I just wish it would let me know that it was working, so I could stop worrying that I wasn't.
I've been writing a fair bit lately. The cold keeps me out of the sewing room except in the afternoons, so there's been a lot of evening cutting, but mornings (after the first 2 cups of coffee to get my sludgy blood moving in my veins), I've been able to settle down and put words on paper. Or on screen, depending on my location. I actually like to write longhand, but my handwriting has gotten so foul over the years that if I don't transcribe it while the ideas are still fresh in my head, there's a good chance I won't be able to read it all.
|Icicle roses - must be a new variety|
So I'm cutting out lots of little cute things all over the dining room table. Yesterday I spent almost an hour looking for a lost back facing piece that dropped somewhere between that table and the upstairs sewing table, and which couldn't be duplicated because I was out of the shirt I'd cut up. There are some limitations to recycling! (And I did find the facing, eventually).
Today is a run to the post office through the fresh snow -- we got almost 10" yesterday -- and then home to the sewing machine. Even though it looks like January out there, it feels like March. And that robin I saw the other day wasn't a hallucination . . .