People who need people . . .

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.