I'm beginning to think there is no such thing as "routine". Not sure if it speaks to an inability to gain some edge of control over my time and what I react to...or if "control" is a myth that doesn't really work. This morning was about excercising just the opposite of both of these. I was drowsy, sleepy, and dopey all rolled into one but I went to the studio anyways. Nothing intentional happened...did some breakdown printing with the screen seen in the previous post below this one. Also, made a sign to hang in my window. This is found embroidery from who knows where...I thought about making a quilted sign and at some point I might feel disposed to actually doing that.
I might go back and wiggly waggly outline some of the letters to create more visual play. Even though there is a cultural, social, and economic reasoning behind the name, it mostly tickles me when I say it so I thought why not add a little visual comedy to the appearance of it. I thought about using burlap, lace and cheesecloth but thought it best to just keep it simple in time, appearance, and process.
Deb, my sister is on her way here to stay with my Mother for about a week or so and I am preparing to go over and spend the night as well if I can get the stationary 02 tank at her house I have one here and one there) filled tonight. I recently learned that the liquid tanks evaporate on their own even when not being used and the one there is on E. My mother is having what we expect to be an out-patient surgery and has to be at the hospital at 5:30AM tomorrow! I believe I just got sleepy typing at the thought of it!
Hangeth in yall!