The Studio has been turned around, and I love the new, less segmented
look to my space. Of course, I still reach for something that is in a
new place, but eventually I should be reaching in the proper direction
and finding the thread or fabric I need.
Lately (since November, actually) I have been umbilically tied to my
sketchbook. I feel as though so many ideas, both good and bad, simply
disappear if I don’t scribble a little jotting about them, so I’ve
started making notes, a quick sketch, a title of a book to check out—
anything that will keep that idea from zipping over the hill and into
the black hole where uncharted waters are thick with misplaced thoughts.
Some are good. Some not so good. But the simple act of shaping the
letters on a page makes remembering easier, a bit like writing , “I will
be a good girl and mind my mother” a hundred times . . .
I digress.
In all the moving things about, I have misplaced a sampler I need for
a point of reference. This has brought everything to a halt as I start
my search. While I normally enjoy the solitude of the studio, I really
would like to have “people”-- the way the business world says,
“I’ll have my people call your people and pencil in lunch on Wednesday.”
I wish I could say to my (imaginary) “people,” “I need the Straight Stitch sampler
worked in reds and hot pinks on white linen,” then go make a cup of tea
while these imaginary “people” seek and find. Or, a well-trained hound
might do, if pooch only had opposable thumbs and wouldn’t slobber on
the linen when he picked it up . . .
I really need another cup of tea, don’t I?
Stay warm today. Good Stitching.
