work work work

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in bed with my hook and mirror.  The Blanket of DOOM.  coming soon...

simple...

the house is quiet. no tv. no sounds from the outside. a sleeping dog at my feet. a worn out man in my bed. books in the shelf. cups in a row. no dripping pipes. no ringing phone.

i took an extra long jog this evening and lit fire to all my worries.

lazy, yellow afternoon...

yesterday i swam in black oil for hours and hours. i built shadows and wove dark dresses for my ladies. today, i am twisting black string- yes, the banner project. i'm nearing the end of a new banner, getting a ton of inspiration from the work of embroidery artist extraordinaire joetta maue, and practicing stillness and patience today. maybe it was my early morning rant that wore me out or maybe the morning jog. i clocked it today with the truck. 1.7 miles. dang. super dang. and then i walk for a while afterward to stretch back out and cool down so my total distance is probably an even 2 miles each morning. whatever the cause, i feel sleepy and lazy and content to crochet the remaining hours of the afternoon away.