Miss Puss says: "So what?"
Sydney's box is falling apart. I know the feeling.
My life is pretty chaotic, trying to juggle all the different parts, trying to stay productive and unstressed at the same time, when neither seems likely.
My time at the studio is a few hours here and a few hours there, so my weaving is sporadic.
Little of this, little of that.
Because I know that I am under a lot of pressure, I have been trying especially hard to be nice to myself.
So yesterday I got a massage.
And then I took myself to lunch........for my favorite gazpacho, and half a tuna sandwich.
Part of being good to myself involves weaving what moves me.
And today, this did.
Occasionally, I am asked where my ideas come from......you know, why I am weaving what I am weaving......and truthfully, I have no idea. Things just pop into my head sometimes.
Ah, now I know why Miss Puss is in your box, Miss Queen of Everything.
Tonight, I spent some time in the garden, remember the one I planted somewhat late?
But it is producing. And that's enough.
Still doing it one day at a time, because nothing works as well. Really.