If I were a poet I would sit down and write a verse about flying time and where does it all go? So suddenly another week is over and I haven't stopped to share the latest craft endeavor. I have stacks of lists of projects to finish, get mailed, take photographs and time doesn't wait.
Not a pause.
If anything, it speeds up until it seems after waking, I am just getting back into bed.
Another day spent.
I get to do what I love, I'm not complaining.
I just can't seem to do it all in the time that I have allotted!
I can't believe June is on the doorstep.
6 months until another Atomic Holiday Bazaar- I have plans for jewelry, notebooks and paperdolls and boats- mermaids and pirates and before I know it, Dec will be here!
I better nose to the grindstone and get some stuff done.
But, oh, the fleece calls my name...begging to be spun...to be dyed...to be transformed from bits of fluff into something to write home about...
time to make & do.
time to think and dream
wish and plan
to look back and never forget M
sadly bittersweet memories
using art to work through the pain, the joy in bringing forth something for someone to fall in love with.
a single tear
back to my work. my lovely work.