I don't know about you, but for me, laundry is...well...a not-so-loved chore...possibly even a 4 letter word type of word...except, of course, that it actually has more than 4 letters.
Unless, that is, it happens to be studio laundry. Then it becomes an adventure of sorts.
My unplanned absence from the blogging world has been a side effect of summer. The funk that normally sets in in the spring when the yard begins to grow and green held off this year until we returned from a week at beach.
Since then, my mood has been a bit murky. Our yard with its myriad of trees, which some find comforting, has once again become a prison of sorts for me. Gorgeous days find me outside...enjoying a chai at Starbucks or a cafe offering sidewalk tables and long views.
While such a mood is not conducive for detailed work, it has allowed for a bit of rusting. Last Thursday, once all the human laundry was done, it was time to catch up on the studio washing.
as well as my favorite 100% cotton
and even the occassional t-shirt.
I'm thinking this one will definitely be worn in Scotland in a couple weeks when I head over for Sandra Brownlee's Tactile Notebooks and the Written Word at Big Cat Textiles in Newburgh.
Before it slips my mind, this Thursday is Roy G Biv day. We're up to V for violet - or purple as I think of it. As always, Julie and I invite you to join us in our search for the elusive Mr. Biv. Enjoy!