The pugz are laying together on an oversized poofy dog bed, snoring in synch, ignorant to the fact that they are why I am awake this early on a Sunday. The floors are washed, at least for now, the shopping is done, the laundry is under way. My current piece, a digital print that is about 18x24, is waiting. The beads are out. All I have to do is take it off the wall and...start.
Another birdie awakens and reminds me that they all need their brekkie. That the sooner I get going, the sooner I am into the new Denise Mina mystery and the beads. But the coffee needs drinking, too. Ah, vacation. Ah, the never ending draw of art. More ideas than I could get to in a lifetime. Taking them one at a time, hoping the best ones rise to the top.
This week I can finally set up the printer I got as a replacement for the one that works intermittently (as in when a walnut is not lodged in the sheet feeder, thank you Hapi.) I did get the insurance policy, and it refunded the whole cost of the printer. Woot! I was able to test inks and upgrade to a larger print format to allow for more printing and playing, and a roll of Print on Fabric is coming from Dharma Trading to let this happen. This is going to be fantastic. If only my hands could keep up with the printing. So inspired by the work Linda and Laura Kemshall have been doing. Incredible in both productivity and quality. Laura's ability to incorporate paperwork and cloth together is genius.
The rhododendron bush is literally shivering outside the window. I'm sure it is a breeze, but it could easily be seen as a tremor from the cold. My coffee is cold. I am cold. Sigh. Spring in New England. Cheers.