I have determined that, despite a very long number of days away making art and prancing about in a tutu, i need an art retreat. I am thinking about a weekend at my brother's hotel, complete with spa services. my vision is to being knitting and embroidery only. there are far too many choices banging on my studio door begging to be picked. i would enjoy the meditative quality of embroidery, and knitting would be okay too - portability is the word for the day. Although, it's almost time for Mr. Bear Grylls husband to go to his He-Man Woman Hatin' huntin' camp for many weekends, so i may just host an art party here. no spa treatments, but no packing. or worries about bed bugs. which i was worried about til i realized i had changed shampoos and this one was not agreeing with me. but you can imagine the freak out. absolutely pathological. ok today is supposed to be a day to just make some art. i have a Very Important Show in january, and need to make oh, 10-15 pieces for it. in between all the other. and poochie is vomiting again. let's hope that's random. The floor looks fabulous - husband finished the hardwoods in the bedroom! gorgeous. and bulimia cat is having a riot racing into the room and skidding on the area rugs. dorky cat that he/she is. okay - time to get my monday on.
"welcome to the working week....I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you..."
from Elvis Costello