I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Going...going......gone
I found myself avoiding everything I have to do the other day. I know, I know…you are gasping in astonishment. I’ve finally got the final pattern drawn for the gauntlet, and a black mannequin hand ordered from eBay, so that fitting the glove top will be easier. My mega-laundry is finished…
And well, PSP is a lot more fun than the dishes, isn’t it? I’m never sure what I’m trying for in these until I’m done. (This is how I write, bead, and live, actually.) Afterwards, looking at a piece I’ve played with, I often see my state of mind reflected very clearly.
So this one would be called, “Losing Focus.”
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