How desperate can you get?
Pretty desperate, I guess.
Continued working on some small collages, playing with old watercolor and acrylic paintings, bits of fabric, 'rip-n-tears' from vintage books and such . . .
Just seems like a kind of limbo -- waiting and watching for more snow (coming down now as I write this), waiting and watching for signs of spring (amazing bird song yesterday while walking, which made me smile!).
|"Dio" (6"x8", watercolor and acrylic painting remnants, batik scrap, and found paper)|
Next week we turn the clocks ahead for Daylight Savings -- whoooheee! And then spring arrives two weeks later. Don't be surprised to find me on my knees, kissing the ground (if I can find it).
|"Contents" (6"x6", fabric bits, found papers)|
So now I'm off to the fireplace and my cosy chair in the corner nearby. I am counting the hours to Daylight Savings, continuously crocheting, reading, dreaming of the garden and making notes on what has to be done. Lots of work but I cannot wait.
One of my favorite roses -- the English rose, Sweet Juliet -- a light, fruity smell and so lovely! I hope this warms your heart as it does mine (taken last summer) . . .
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -