Lots of changes happening. New beginnings, and endings. Is making me even more introspective. The weather is still nice, but they say a storm is coming. Hard to believe. Last night Wade and I heard a loud clap of thunder and it was kinda fun. Not a cloud in the sky, only stars. I wonder how that happened? I live in such a beautiful place. I will never tire of the landscape, I am tired of the isolation. It's lonely. I have my boy's, I know they care, but it's different. Let's face it, I am just saturated with testosterone, and double teenage testosterone at that. I'll be fine and sad the day it ends, just challenging for now. I need a girls night on a regular basis. I might have to work on that. Had to put my dog to sleep right before Christmas, I know it was time but still a bit sad about it. She was my girl, my pal. I hope she's happy where ever she is. I am still trying to catch my wave. I need an art project and I want something new and different to try. It needs to be three dimensional what ever it is. A vessel. Something to hold my dreams, and made of them at the same time. Something with tile, or maybe a paper mache vase. Weird, not my mediums at all. Could be fun.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Is it too early for spring fever? I am dreaming about a garden. No thought of the VERY small container garden I had last year and was totally tired of it at the end. I dream of flowers and fresh salads and dinner party's. Right. I think in 18 years of marriage I have had people over for dinner maybe three times. I see my house as I wish it were. I have no idea how to pull that off. Well, all a girl can do is dream of spring and flowers and fresh salads and a perfect day. Still am working on a Christmas present. I will remind myself this year that Christmas knitting starts now. No excuses, no putting it off. I am finding with the one I am trying to finish, that I love the elaborate. The exquisitly beautiful. No one wants an ugly acrylic anything. I like wool, blended with silks, angoras, cashmere. They are a pleasure to knit with and to watch fabric created before your eyes, oozing from your own hands is well, the best gift. I have decided that 2010 is the year of creation. I can feel this wave of creativity swelling in me, in the air around me. I just have to figure out how to get on that wave. Ride it, believe in myself, follow through. No idea is stupid. Try that phrase on for size! I need to create for the sake of creation, not for outcome. I want art I can wrap my hands around. This is going to be a good year.
