Thanks to all for the birthday wishes. There’s nothing quiet about having a birthday at a middle school. That said, the million hugs kinda make up for the bad singing. Mostly. Really I was looking forward to coming home and making art. Sounds crazy, I know, and I did meet up and have a drink, and then went and got my favorite Indian food and picked up a library book (very important). After dinner, I went straight to the art. I think I ironed for more than 4 hours yesterday. Impressive.
I didn’t get ALL the letters, thus proving that you can read a message even with some of it missing…
The kids followed through on a good birthday present…
No. I’m not cutting my wrists. Just a long-term wish that I never quite made real. Now I have to, or as the girlchild put it, I’m stealing from my kids…
So the bottom is another pile of people. It looks a little chaotic here…it will be fine with outlining.
Kitten is my faithful studio companion.
I think I had Calli for a while as well.
Then ironing legs…
And the giant World in a Crotch. Which I realize will set some people off.
Eh. Sorry. Not. There’s a good reason for it.
So Calli is still limping and got herself stuck in the weeds…she got up there but couldn’t figure out how to get down without jumping on the hurt foot. She’s going to the vet today.
And I need to do something about my weeds.
Later at night, puppy is refusing to come back in. He’s fine, by the way. No more explosions.
Just chasing possums or bunnies…he separated a family of something and they were squeaking out there. Poor babies. And then the coyotes started howling. He came in then. So he’s not a total idiot.
And I kept ironing.
And kept ironing. Remember this thing is SMALL.
I’m mostly through the 200s…ready to start 300s, I think.
Not bad for a school night. And an old lady.
*Cake, Sheep Go to Heaven
Kathy Nida 