Fibermania

Working Out the Grouch

Untitled 24"x30"ish, fused cottons

I could not shake my foul mood. I could not say what was the matter. I could not stay happy for a whole day, even after getting a great bargain, eating a great meal, watching a great movie or having a great skate.
I was miserable and restless Wednesday night so I got up at midnight and went into the studio. I worked on stuff until 3:30, and while nothing really came together, it did help a bit, if not totally, to be fiddling around with fabric again.

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Thursday morning my sister and I went to a big sidewalk sale in the next town, where my local yarn store was having 75% off, and I bought NOTHING.

Wha? Yup.

We returned some stuff, like library books, came home, had a late brunch and split up. She went to bead or read, or wash clothes, and I went back into the studio...I was planning to make something else, since my midnight stuff was so unsatisfactory, but y'know, it looked a whole lot better in the light of day.

I found some more red and yellow and blue to add to it and soon I was rollin' on the river of artmaking!

The kinks came outta my neck, the shivers came trickling down my spine and I sang and danced the happy dance.

There is no substitute for making a piece of good work. I stayed happy all day, and loved everyone and the sun came out and the flowers bloomed again and all is right with the world. Goodby Crabby Appleton.