The one thing about this big quilt is that there’s a lot of fussy little details on it. Like more than usual. Maybe. I think. Maybe it’s just because I spent a lot of time last night ironing fussy little things that makes me think that.
I finished the base…
There’s actually not a lot to it. But then I just pulled it off and folded it up and put it in a bin. I won’t look at it again until I’m ironing the whole thing down, because it’s actually a pain having something that goes all the way across. I can’t remember exactly how wide this thing is…60″? But it’s a pain keeping two teflon sheets lined up on an ironing board that’s not quite that wide.
The rest of it I can do one figure at a time, I think. The outstretched arm might be…um…a stretch. Erg. And the bird will be separate. And at some point, I’ll be dealing with two teflon sheets in height, I guess.
Then I started legs…
Well now. That was hard. There’s a moth on the foot, and a bunch of ivy and thistles. Tiny pieces. Like how it’s turning out though, so can’t really complain.
I tried to quit early again…trying to wean myself off the super late nights, because school starts next week. I need to get used to sleeping earlier at night again, because mornings are supremely painful. And then early afternoons require old-lady naps, and that won’t be happening at school.
I had interviews at school all morning and finally got home and fed, and am planning to spend all afternoon ironing. Let’s not think about the 17 errands I need to run. I’ll deal with that tomorrow. I’ve put all the brain power out in the work world that I can f0r today. Yes, I need a calendar, a plan, a syllabus of some sort (don’t like my old one). I need a new website. Whatever. By the way, if I interview you for a job, I will be stalking you online. That includes Facebook. It’s an interesting insight into your world. Yes, I realize if someone does that to me, I am totally fucked. Whatever. I own everything (well almost) that I put out there.
I wanted to talk about Kitten and her scrunchy fetish. I keep my hair up when it’s hot with a scrunchy. Yes, I realize it’s no longer 1980, but they work for me and I’m not a fashionista by any stretch of the word (and I’m mostly OK with that). I have a lot of them. I usually tie dye them, so I have a wide variety of wacky colors. Some are really stretched out, but I have a hard time throwing things away (that’s my new-year resolution…starting as soon as both kids go back to college), so I keep all of them.
Kitten really likes them. She fetches them. She scatters them all over the house. When I’m asleep, she drops them on me.
This is actually one of my ‘dress’ scrunchies. OK. It’s my only one that’s not tie dyed.
She brought it to me in my office last night. Rolled around playing with it for a while. Actually, my co-teacher’s puppy really liked my scrunchy the other day. Probably it smells like a dead animal (I do wash them). Whatever. If it keeps her entertained, I don’t care that she scatters them all over the house. Midnight does the same thing with the girlchild’s headbands.
OK. Enough wandering and blathering. A morning of interviews translates into a morning of blathering. And a head that continues blathering. Sigh. Headache. Gonna iron for a good long while. See how far I can get. Far away from job starting hopefully. Far away from losing both kids to college. Far away from how tired I feel right now. Far away from the headache and the bills and the to-do list from hell. And school supplies and paper and websites and writing even. I haven’t been drawing recently. I really want to sit down and do some significant drawing, but I just don’t have the time.
OK, so by tonight, I’d like to get the torso completely done and maybe be into ironing the bird. Might be a bit much, but if I don’t set goals, I won’t be able to blow them off completely.
Kathy Nida 