You used to be my portfolio, Journal, but now you are somewhat of a thought book. What happened here? I think I got to comfortable in my life, and now my back side aches from sitting down to long. I need to stand up again, stretch my legs, and work.
But I work eight hours a day!
I'm not working my passion. I work my fingertips till they (literally) bleed from 8 am to 4:30 pm, but after that all my passion rolls around in my head without rising and becoming real. So no more rolling or kneading ideas till they collapse. It's time to make bread, Journal!
So I drew this today, to get my mind back to where it needs to be:
Black ponte knit with ruffle placket and bell sleeves. yay. More to come.