I finished my latest project just before (or slightly after) bedtime last night, and I plan to get it photographed and posted tonight.
It’s pretty dang cute.
I finished my latest project just before (or slightly after) bedtime last night, and I plan to get it photographed and posted tonight.
It’s pretty dang cute.
…when your craft is 85% done and now you have the supplies to finish it, but you don’t remember where you put the original project.
::headdesk::
Well, besides the time-suck thing.
The trouble is when you find a project you really want to do, then when you click the link you get a warning about how Pinterest is not gonna let you go there because the site has malware, and every other source gets blocked because it has content from a site with malware, and all you’ve got is a series of tiny photographs that someone has made into one big pin. I’m trying to go on with just such a project, because I’ve done plenty of felt creations before, but there are two pictures in the strip that I just can’t quite figure out what’s going on.
SIGH.
And I’ve been very low on energy the last couple of evenings, so I’ve cut out my project, but I haven’t gotten further than that. Please be patient, and I’ll try to get this done and posted soon.
For now, I’m going to grab my Kindle and head for bed.
Twice in a couple of weeks I’ve had dreams about bags — once it was a weekender bag, and once it was about shopping for a bag for my daily schlep. Now, I’m not a gal who lives for the latest handbag, and I wouldn’t dream of paying thousands — hell, not even hundreds — for a designer bag. The idea just boggles my mind. I just buy one that perfectly or somewhat adequately fills my stringent requirements (hard to pickpocket, for one), and generally use it until it wears out. So what’s with the I Dream of Bags all of a sudden? Don’t know. Is there even a category in the interpreting dreams books?
Anyway, I’m taking this as a sign that I should do something bag related for a craft soon. Make one (I have a craft book on that!) or tart one up that I already have… We’ll see what calls my name.
ETA: WordPress bloggers may know the little writing quote treats you get when you finish a post. When I finished this one, it popped up with “Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.” — Marsha Norman. Universe affirming me, or just kinda creepy?
Is of course one of mine. I buy things for a project in the heat of inspiration, then if I don’t actually do them right away, when I do want to do them, the supplies I need are just dropped wherever instead of organized someplace with all the other stuff I need.
Now there is a thing I want to do, and I have no idea where the things I need are. Grrrr.
Well, I’m still not feeling the burning desire for documentation. That’s just wrong!
It’s horribly, horribly hot (though not as hot as elsewhere), and I came home to melt onto the sofa, have dinner, and work on writing a story that needs to be finished and looked over by a beta reader by Sunday. I took a long break from fiction writing, and the first attempts were a little dead, but I’m sliding back into the groove a bit. Now it is ten and I don’t feel like wielding the camera.
This heat just does not agree with me, and it’s going to be sticking around for at least the next few days.
Anyway, I’m gonna get on that tomorrow.
I need to get my motivation working: Did Julie Powell shirk her aspic? Did Jonathan Coulton find himself Thingless during Thing of the Week?
Well, actually, I have a thing. I just am lacking motivation to prove it.
Was having a conversation yesterday about the blog and what project I’d done last week, and again I mentioned the “Is cutting stuff on a template and gluing it together a craft?” question. And I came up with the obvious answer:
If you slather Mod Podge all over it, it is now a craft.
I just spent the last half-hour writing a post about being stuck despite my hopes for getting lots done this 3-day weekend.
Then I made it private.
You’re welcome.
Oy, I’ve managed to do such a small percentage of what I planned so far today. Though I did use the new rug cleaner I bought on half the living room carpet (which is what I planned). Tomorrow I’ll move all the furniture over to the dry part and do the rest.
Otherwise, the billion bits of crafting did not happen, not so much. An attempt to make business card holders of copper wire to use in the pegboard display I’ll have at the Wiscon art show. Not sure how well they will work out.
No wait! I did the bleaching thing on some t-shirts and a tote bag I intend to make into the galaxy thing. I should go rescue them from the washer now.
Getting into a political pissing match on Twitter.
This is what happens when famous political commentator retweets you and then all the people who have to tell you why you are wrong come out in force. (And they all have such a tone.)
Argh. Was going to post my project a day early, but now I’m all grrrr and have no wise things to say about the creative process.