I have been enjoying going to the studio and dabbling in a variety of directions so much so that I totally lost track of time. Time is so relative. It is so slow at school. Summer vacation seems to taunt me with its closeness and year end events that are all consuming. At the mill, time sails by. I arrive with hours to work and glance at the clock and see closing time has come. Really?! Already time to leave.
Sometimes I am productive. Other times I spend hours learning how to use a new thread or design a new hanging. The show date crept up on me without making itself a huge presence until I received the email about having my artwork at the gallery on Monday. Tomorrow! How did that happen?
I finished an order and discovered I no longer have bags. That's right. When we decided to close up shop in the winter, we sold a lot of our things at a very good price. Now I need to purchase more at a much higher rate. A business woman, I'm not.
So come see the studio. It's a work in progress. Products are at an all time low but that's okay. There's no bags to put them in.
Oh no, we sold all the display racks ... And so it goes.