As much as I did my new digs, I find it necessary to sometimes leave the premises. After a full morning of squinting at small details, stitching stitches only millimeters apart and occasionally looking out my window for eye relief, I decided I had had enough of my 6 Music, my dog sighing with boredom and the headache I was developing from eye strain. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the 6 mix, I like my Josey and I like the current work in progress, but sometimes I just need to get out. Yesterday, I realized that my first words to a human being occurred at 3pm. It was after trying to move the words around in my mouth, after trying, labouriously, to link sounds into words and words into sentences and sentences into some kind of coherent conversation when I realised that possibly, quite possibly, I need to get out more. “I…it…the umh….walking….”
Roll on lunchtime. I packed up my laptop, dropped Josey off at the sitters (okay, not sitters as such, more like a neighbour with an equally bored dog) and sauntered on down to a coffee shop that offers delightments of a caffeinated and surgary array.
I really ought to do this more often. It’s too easy to spend all day, most days, locked in my little fortress, muttering to myself and my dog. Isn’t that the way to crazy?
Tomorrow I shall be showing off my latest creation. It’s a view from Dean Bridge, in deep dark blues, rich golds and delicate stitching. This will be my artwork of the week. Until then…