Finished another project—only took me a month! Still, this one was a toughie. I’ve developed a lot more respect for people who devise these sorts of things (and I already had a healthy dose of respect for them).
It feels good to get a thing done.
Finished another project—only took me a month! Still, this one was a toughie. I’ve developed a lot more respect for people who devise these sorts of things (and I already had a healthy dose of respect for them).
It feels good to get a thing done.
You can pronounce “aaah” in a couple of ways—ah, as in father; this connotes contentment; or a, as in cat; connoting panic, terror, or perhaps excitement at facing a daunting new adventure.
I’ve marked Artwork as one of the categories to which this post belongs because I spent gobs of time designing the project I’ve begun (even though I haven’t started weaving). It’s going to be an interesting and challenging project.
I’m of two minds when it comes to finishing stuff—I both like and don’t like it.
I like finishing things I don’t like and don’t like finishing things I do like. Profound, eh?
I live next door to the most delightful family under heaven. (They may blush when they read this, but they’ve given me new interest in a life that had become pretty darn stale.) There are five children in this family, all under the age of nine years. Each is uniquely delightful and has characteristics that link up with my various uniquenesses; I don’t have a favorite among them.
One of these youngsters loves to challenge my creativity. He has a gift for envisioning what he wants to create-through-me (when he’s older he won’t need my help anymore). He also has a gift for helping me see how I can do it. He’s 5 1/2 years old.