This Is the Brain…

I don’t have any real progress from yesterday. That’s how some days roll. I helped a friend instead of making art. Sometimes I parent instead of making art. Sometimes I lie down on the couch and read instead of making art. I didn’t grade anything either. I don’t consider it a lost day, though. You have to find balance when you’re an artist…and when you’re a teacher…and that balance includes people and what they need and what you want to make sure they have, and sometimes you get home and it’s 11:30 PM, and all you can do is sit and sew bindings. Which I guess is technically part of the artmaking process.

So that is what I did. Not for a long time…just about 45 minutes to let my head find its place and calm itself towards sleep. Hand-sewing as meditation…definitely.

And I’m in the home stretch…I finished all the way around and I just have to do the two sleeves, so about 110 inches left.

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So maybe another hour at the most…hopefully tonight, since I’m supposed to take it to my meeting on Sunday and talk about it, and Saturday is starting to look a little crowded. I’m at a little over 6 hours into the binding at this point.

Doesn’t everyone keep their sewing supplies in a grated-cheese container?

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Growing up, it was always margarine containers of all different sizes, and I still have those for safety pins, but I like the see-throughness of this one for some reason. I seem to be running low on pins. They’re probably all pinned to something or in a box or container somewhere. I know when I die they will find pins and scissors everywhere. And needles. I have lots of needles. I’ve had those tiny scissors forever though…since I started doing hand-applique, which was around 19…um…I think 1992 or so? Not sure. They’re a little wobbly. The screw comes loose, but they cut fine.

So not much to talk about artwise. I’m waiting for my tea to cook so I can go buy the food reward for the last month’s winners. My lunch is made. I’m tired. I woke up at 4 to what sounded like someone knocking on the exterior wall of the house. Scared the crap out of me and the cat. That’s why you have cats…so you know it wasn’t a dream when you wake up and think you heard something. Dogs are good too, because if it’s real and not in your head, they will growl or bark. Hence you know you aren’t going crazy. Dogs are better for things around the house though because they sound scary and loud to whatever’s trying to break in, whereas cats just make that little meow sound, which is not very frightening at all.

Yeah. This is the brain I’m taking to work with me. Remind me to sleep this weekend, willya?

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One Response to This Is the Brain…

  1. Rebecca says:

    Nah, my pins are in a frozen-cookie-dough bin. 😀

    I did have an official box for them, but seem to have lost it when I moved mucho stuff from my sewing room to my garage. I have hopes that I will find it “someday.”

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