mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is.
I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Friday, February 10, 2012
oh my sweet medium to be stored
and soon to be stitched. oh but how do I store you without being such a site sore! fold, size sort and layer. hmm. but still I only want to look at you at the time to stitch. contemplating a bit of fencing. it had been my original plan but well a tree kind of landed through the local of intent. so this weekend my dad and I shall put a dent in the might dead oak. then it will be time for some post hole digging. who's game?
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