Focus on mending & old work, continued slow progress

Oh why am I leaving the intimidating stuff to the end?! At the beginning of the month I made a little to-do list for myself of what I wanted to get done. I’ve crossed off what I’ve done so far: Darn socks Drawer of old drawings Bind W mags Go through closet External drive Blue bin Mending basket Go through old journals Bind old journal leavings Mend pants So, I went through my old journals, notes from high school (!!) and college (which I left um, seven years ago?), photocopied…

Killing time

I haven’t done much finished stuff the past week or so, it’s been a very doodly-minded sort of time. Even the needlework in my hoop has turned out looking like a page from my sketchbook. Which is rad, but totally a symptom of space-brain. I am learning to felt. Woo. This is very exciting. I love when friends de-stash. This will just leave weaving and spinning*, I think, as far as fiber arts go. Unless there is something awesome and cool I do not know about, which in that case…