Life is returning to normal at our house and that is a very good thing.
The studio table is strewn with tea bags
in various stages of being worked on.
An idea (or 2 or 3) has taken hold and demanded immediate attention.
My sewing machine no longer creates straight lines. Truthfully, it hasn't for a while now, but it's possible that the trip to and from Santa Fe effected it more than thought. Still, I tend to like the imperfectness of the lines and think they fit right in with the whole wabi sabi/boro aesthetic happening right now.
It's been a week for making marks by hand
and then by machine.
And as always, it's been a week for dreaming of the red boat.