Today I'm softly stitching hearts on the black velveteen long-cloth -- it's at least four years old already, and it may take another four years to complete. Because there is nothing too serious going on here -- it's one of those pieces to turn to when everything else seems too hard.
It's a given that February is when one finally succumbs to one's urges and buys a few houseplants. That's a Prayer Plant, Maranta leuconeura, up there and I'm in love -- it magically folds itself up at night while it sleeps. Almost like a human curls into a fetal position.
The tulips were a lovely gift -- the bulbs sit on a screen at the base of a tall glass vase, then root and grow in water -- they can't really get very wonky like tulips always do because the vase is so tall. And the vase and screen can be reused to experiment with different kinds of bulbs which will be fun.
Week 5 of the Journal52 Project is television. I consider myself a moderate TV viewer. Everything in moderation. (I might still add the words including moderation by Oscar Wilde.) These pages are not meant to be works of art although it's hard not to over-think the process. I try to do them in a short period of time once I have the idea. Like maybe an hour or less of actual gluing and painting and doodling. Perfectionism is my worst enemy. Back to TV -- Downton Abbey is my favorite show right now. I'm worried we're getting close to the end of the season though because things have been building. But at the same time, several subplots were just resolved. So is it building or resolving? Whatever happens, it will be wonderful.
Today is a waning moonday in the sign of Libra. To feel steady and balanced as I move into the growing darkness, to fold up like the prayer plant, to sleep and dream...