I’m sitting next to Rainbow river in the great smokies right this minute. I’m still in ACE, taking my lunch. It’s August, and the eclipse was yesterday… but I’m writing out blogs for September.
I shuffle scheduling around when I need to… if something interesting happens. But for the most part, I have prescheduled my blog posts for the last year. It makes my life simpler and hopefully provides you with a modicum of entertainment.
By the way… I forgot to pack my apple today. 😦
I cannot tell you how my time in ACE was. I am not a fortune teller… allow me to rephrase that for those who know me. I am not a paid fortune teller and my tarot deck is still down I Florida.
Speaking of tarot cards… I wish I had the money to buy a deck for someone. What I am thinking though is having Terry mail me my unused deck. They never worked right for me… and I always felt your first deck should be given as a gift. A friend of mine, one of the few I’ve made since joining ace, is showing interest in the art. It would be a nice parting gift I feel.
Maybe I’ll even have him mail up my own. With a little practice, maybe I COULD get paid for out. I always lacked the confidence to read for other people, but I don’t know why. I read for myself well enough.
You know what they say…
Practice makes better.
Winding down after a couple of weeks of nothing. Getting ready to dive back into the real world. So after class today, Ethan and I went up to the park. I played around with my watercolor pencils while he ran around like a madman.
It’s fun and relaxing. They’ll never win any awards, but I like painting mountains.
I by no means am overly skilled when it comes to hand sewing. So I put off Ethan’s denim upcycling project as long as I could.
I finally buckled down and drew out a simple pattern, got to cutting and then sewing. The finished product is the derpiest little fox ever, but it’s ready to give to my boy when he gets here.
I have had a ring for the better part of a decade. I wore this ring nearly every day, never taking it off. It’s a simple silver celtic knot that’s was supposed to encourage creativity. So of course, I’ve worn this ring day in and day out. It’s absorbed every word and emotion and triumph and rewrite… and now. now it appears to be full.
Now whether it’s all in my head, or it has actually met it’s quota of emotional energy, but I cannot use it. At the beginning of nanowrimo this year I took off my ring and the thoughts flowed. the moment I put it back on, my brain ceases thoughts.
I don’t know if I need to replace my ring or if I can cleanse and recharge it. It has been a comfort and my hand feels naked without it.
So weeks ago, I started… rather restarted a harness for Tipsy. I finally have completed it and am quite pleased.
It is a perfect fit. No rubbing or chaffing and she seems to like it. Huzzah for completing projects.
Since we moved in with Terry’s grandma, she’s been talking about how she hated her white dining room chairs. They were the basic wooden chairs with padded seats. She wanted them recovered.
I told her I’d pick out a fabric and get them done. She left the fabric choice to my discretion.
Well I’ve had the fabric for a couple weeks now, but I finally had the time to get them done.
So here’s the before shot. See the stains? Kind of obvious why she didn’t like it.
It was simple enough to find the screws to detached the seat. I precut a bunch of covers.
Next came playing with the stapler.
The corners were a pain and they’re not perfect. I’m not professional though. Gis enough for our little house.
We’re all happy with the finished product.
I can’t recall the last time I picked up watercolors. I think it was in high school, and my subject was a castle skull and some fruit. Something called to me with this little guy. A forest spirit, a pine mote.