Today was my 3rd day in my workshop. I'm not sure if this will become routine, but so far I start my time when I arrive by slapping some paint on pages in a book being altered, followed by 5 minutes to focus on what I'm going to achieve for the day then I'm up and sewing...right before I leave I slap 2 more pages in the bookwith paint and then I go upstairs to chat with who ever is in the house, one or both of my parents and/or a niece and great niece...then I depart for home usually around 7ish. Its a steady 5-7 hours of me actually in my workshop...anywhere from 15-21 hours a week. At this point, no hard and rigid rules or goals as long as I'm rocking steady.
I'm still finishing up the red silk hanging that I'm calling Red Sea. The facing method which Kathy Loomis featured in American Quilter a few issues ago is what I selected to finish off the edges. It is more user friendly than the pillowcase method for me. The bead work will get under way tomorrow.
The primaries will be held tomorrow in Pennslyvania. I think the tv will stay off until the polls close, but I will try to give Dee a holler tomorrow to see how she experienced the selection process.
Yesterday my mother, an aunt and myself rode a purple chartered bus to Cincy to see the The Color Purple on the stage. I cried through most of it and when I wasn't crying I was laughing. I haven't reread the book since it first came out in the early 80s...through my tears it hit me just how powerful a story it is about love...the triumph of love...no matter how horrendous we experience living, our souls are always seeking to move toward love, to become love.