Yeah, I can see why those lyrics didn't catch on. I have been engaging in recreational prep (doing marketing posters for the job-training classes at my place of employment) but it has been SUPER FUN. Also I have been reveling in tubular peyote-stitch.
Because beading is now the thing that I am doing. To the exclusion of many other things. Part of the parade of serial "hobbies" that I engage in with ridiculous gusto.
Parading through the summer I have indulged in: organizing house and rearranging furniture, canning/pickling/making jam, gardening and re-gardening (as I move things from one place to another and re-define the contours of my yard by hand)...
You know, I got stuck on the whole gardening thing for a really long time.
This week I have not felt as panicky about the garden when I go to check on it. Perhaps because it has fallen off of the serial obsession status. Now I go out and enjoy the garden. Maybe not even check on it more than once a day. Maybe even skip a day.
Oh, yeah, and that picture above is a peyote-stitch voodoo doll that I made for a friend of mine who is getting bullied at work. This is her mean co-worker. Tee hee. Don't worry. It isn't real.
Grateful Crap: beads are lighter than bags of compost
saw a friend
Quaker, teacher, parent,