I finally found time to work on some new ideas, often when I'm working on custom or repeat pieces (I've decided this is a Zen act, practice, practice grasshopper and one day you may be satisfied) I also think this self criticism that always surfaces in the back of my head keeps me striving to be better but anyway, enough about me.), what I was getting at before I was interrupted with my inner dialogue was that while I'm working on something my mind often jumps to something else. A spark, like wondering if I try this, what will happen.
I always want a little string of pretty and delicate beads to wear in the summer, maybe you do too, I purposely tried to make each shade unique onto itself, for a bit of garden goodness.
Speaking of gardens.....
Yesterday while I was filing away the hours out in my little Tumbleweed, I heard quite a ruckus taking place just outside my open door, when I went out to see what the heck was going on a red tail crashed out of the sycamore and took off. A few minutes later something winged by my door that was so large, even with my back turned it was palpable. A few feet away on the house I spotted my hero, I know I should maybe be sad for that squirrel but I have all but given up growing vegetables because or them, it's just not fair. So I looked at him and did that thing you do when you grab the air and make a fist, pull down and I screamed YES!!!!
Dear Hawk, PLEASE come again and tell your friends... :)
Happy week all, much love Ro