Man, I HATE losing to the Cougs. But we did have a LOT of fun!
AshLee covered her bases - that's Vandal gear underneath her Husky gear.
Nov 23, 2008
Nov 14, 2008
The vital importance of goofing off
Too much of my creative time has been in bits and pieces crammed in here and there. That works fine for stitching or paint layering or embellishing things I've already mostly figured out. It does NOT work for designing, developing, testing ideas. Those lovely, wonderful tasks require larger chunks of time, time to get lost in playing around, goofing off. I finally took an evening to do that this week and this is the excellent mess I made. I didn't "accomplish" anything and that was perfectly fine. The point wasn't to accomplish, but to let my mind rest and refresh and slip back into a creative groove. To get things percolating. I goofed off until I was tired, then went to bed. I woke up feeling refreshed and bubbling over with ideas and design solutions. Love that feeling!
Nov 10, 2008
I have been making some stuff
Nov 2, 2008
Preparing for the colorless and cold
Ha! Who am I kidding? I'm not preparing for anything. Life is a blur of work and bad football. Quiet moments with the camera and the cat are rare.
I'm not ready for the colorless and the cold. I'm still busy lamenting the fact that I lost the best of the color and the heat, stuck in bed recovering from my surgery. On the other hand, I got a cold last week that didn't turn into a sinus infection...the surgery was so worth it. Life is such a balance. The colorless and the cold make the color and the heat that much sweeter.
Pistol thinks these concrete edgers are a cat sidewalk. He walks everywhere on them.
I'm not ready for the colorless and the cold. I'm still busy lamenting the fact that I lost the best of the color and the heat, stuck in bed recovering from my surgery. On the other hand, I got a cold last week that didn't turn into a sinus infection...the surgery was so worth it. Life is such a balance. The colorless and the cold make the color and the heat that much sweeter.
Pistol thinks these concrete edgers are a cat sidewalk. He walks everywhere on them.
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