dinger. That’s how I feel about this here life I’m living right now. I just got out of bed — afternoon nap that didn’t happen — in order to check communications online, but most of all to work on this fabric project that has the best parts of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I love this piece, and have only a couple of days’ work to finish it. The plans are set in a plaster of Paris mold — which means nothing! — and could undergo massive changes prior to completion, but I’m well on my way. The next piece is already started. All of the designs are basted, and awaiting embellishment. Someone said to me the other day, “Those are not embellishments, they are part of the piece. Without them, it would not be unembellished. It would be unfinished.”
Ok, ok. So the beads, stones and other objects attached are a major part of the piece. I see that now.
My son and I (mostly my son) looked through boxes and restacked a few in search of the items formerly referred to as embellishments. After moving many, many boxes, finally found the ones for which I was searching. In the time, we found several boxes marked ‘clothing.’ He put those in the hallway so that I could go through them and eliminate some things that I had kept the last time I had a discard unwanted clothing day. The irony is that there are many things I don’t even remember, have not seen since Washington or before, and now have no closet space to hang them (boxes and pottery in closet and on closet shelves). I’m in a pickle. The small bedroom closet contains my chest of drawers — I’ve removed the sliding closet doors that are also in my big closet. So I guess it’s bye-bye clothing, unless it is something dear to me.
It was a grand luxury to sleep until I could see the light outside today. Usually, I get up before dawn, and get ready to go to the pool for my morning deep water exercise. I can’t imagine how incredibly un-exercised I would be if I hadn’t made that commitment back in August. An hour a day 5 days each week is a real boon. Even my son noticed that I was much more energetic and willing to help with the box moving the other day. He said that recently, I would just wait for someone to do it for me, but that now I get right in there and help out with whatever I can do.
Wish I could stay and write more, but the fabric and red cube beads are calling me. Perhaps I’ll return to inform you of the progress. It’s a joy.
Later…….
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