A tiny bit of progress this week when I was able to steal a few minutes waiting for something to load- I’ve gotten Elliana’s birthday week into the book, but it lacks journaling and pretty-ing up.
The following week was Valentine’s week, And you can see the beginnings of that on the right hand page. I’m not sure what I want to put in the left. There’s also that long narrow strip in the right hand (Elliana’s birthday week) and the left hand (Valentine’s week), that I’ll have to decide what to do with.
I haven’t made any progress whatsover in actually cleaning up. I am not a piler by nature. A gatherer, maybe- I like being able to see things, but I also like them contained. And if I can’t find what I’m looking for, I really get frustrated. I also tend to work better standing, I think because I can see the whole thing at once and not at an angle. The desk (a very old Ikea standby) does go up to standing height (or even bi-level, like a drafting table), but the space I’m in doesn’t really work well for the standing position. I also tend to be working on multiple projects at once these days. I am only very rarely just scrapping and I need to be able to move projects in progress around. Katherine posted the other day and she happened to take shots of her raskog carts in her sewing space…That has gotten me to thinking. Regardless, there has to be a complete overhaul of the space. It is absolutely driving me bonkers at the moment. I at least tidied up the floor before I took this picture, but you can see all the piles, piled…it’s all underneath and to the side of the desk, too.
The truth of it is, it’s a total mess at the moment. I have pictures for most of February for Project Life, but I’ve only gotten as far as trimming them up from the printer. I’ve been all over the place recently, much of it work for the Restore workshop, all in a digital space- my fingers are absolutely itching to work analog. I’m coming to terms with the fact that I really need to overhaul my creative space. It’s just a piled up mess and it has been a piled up mess since we moved in. I also don’t scrapbook like I used to and some of the supplies I’ve had for-ev-er just need to go to a new home, which means happy mail giveaway soon for one of you lucky readers. but eesh. I’m so having creative block about what I need to do about making the space more functional.
I came to a place with the last cowl where I felt I had made too many mistakes and it needs to be frogged- mostly because I didn’t use a stitch marker. I’ve cast on again, this time with a much thicker, bulkier yarn on a larger size of needle. It has been going much better and faster, and I can’t wait to finish it. I never ever thought I’d get to wear it at this point, but there is still snow on the ground and strange weather all around, so I think it will see some use before it gets tucked away for the fall.
I just finished And the Skylark Sings with Me – Adventures in Homeschooling and Community-Based by David Albert. I really, really enjoyed this one, perhaps more than I was expecting to. I’ve read many, many homeschooling books over the years and I wasn’t particularly interested in reading another. This one was just so interesting to me- as much as I’ve read about interest-lead, project-based education, for some reason, this book helped me understand what it looked like. I should say, it’s not your typical ‘how-to-homeschool’ book either. It’s more of a memoir than anything else. I’m about a quarter of the way into Sarah’s Key. I can already tell this will be an uncomfortable book (dealing with the French treatment of Jews during World War II), and yet at the same time I can’t put it down. I want to know what happens next, even though I know the answer. Very good so far.
Sharing with Ginny.
My husband and I were talking late into the night Saturday night. He had been cleaning off his desk as he talked, and I had been fiddling at mine. I had a few photographs laid out, thinking of a layout, but was finding it difficult to split my attention between that and what my husband was saying. There were some old library dewey decimal cards laying on my desk and I just started randomly cutting them into strips and squares. The next thing I know, out comes the gesso and a six inch high cardboard initial “M” that had been laying around. (It had been part of my mantel decor previously). Not too much later, and the whole thing was covered in the library cards. I think I’ll paint it with a watercolor wash- maybe green? I found this quote in my piles of scrap paper while looking for something else…”maybe being able to reach out and take it is a gift too.” Amen to that.