My youngest decided to wake me up 6 times last night. Bad dreams, bathroom breaks, general wakefulness all called for a visit to mom. She's fresh as a daisy this morning and I feel like something the cat dragged in. Even coffee isn't cutting it.
I finished up that snowy stone from yesterday and it's on its way overseas.
After getting great colors from the St. John's Wort supplements, I thought I'd try the Black Cohosh that was in my medicine cabinet. It wasn't as successful, but did give a yellow-tan color. The smell though, oof. It isn't a dye I'll try again. Not indoors anyway.
I'm trying to remember to watermark my photos after seeing several of them without attribution on various sites. I'd like it if I didn't have to, but it seems some people won't play nice.
My birthday is later this week and I treated myself to Maya's book. I managed to wait until yesterday to open it, even though it arrived a while ago (such restraint!) and it's even more wonderful than I had anticipated. I'm finding that I'm slowly reading my way through it instead of thumbing through it from the back to the front like I normally do. If you've thought of picking it up, I'd say go for it. And if you buy it from her Etsy shop you can even get it signed.
The urge to create is so strong for me right now. I feel like I can barely contain it. After hemming and hawing for several years about the role my art plays in my life I've decided to give it my all. I want to do some larger pieces, apply to shows, and see where it takes me. There, I said it.
This is a sight I never tire of. Keeping chickens is a daily lesson in gratitude. No matter what's going on in my day, pulling an egg out of the laying box always makes me grateful.
Here's wishing you Monday finds you well-rested and ready to start the week.