Being surrounded by all this white is visually numbing. I need color! Richness! Texture! Today I am planning to make sure I get into my sewing room and break in the new foot control I was forced to buy yesterday. Thank you, Toby da Pug. I want to play with fibers and embellish some pages I started making for a fabric book. I want to make figures out of cloth. I want to hand stitch and machine stitch. Machine and hand embroider. Bead. Cut cloth. Fray cloth. Piece disparate pieces of texture together to create something new. I want to use the brightest colors in my fabric stash. Anything but white. The four large windows in my art room will be showing me nothing but snow, and I have no control over this. I do have control over what happens in the four walls, though. My large, colorful tropical chicken (Kizzy the macaw) will provide a island feel, music will blast (making him dance and sing in his adorable off-key way) and I will hopefully get down and creatively boogie.
That is, if I can dig my car out without losing my will to live. Remind me -- why do people choose to live where it snows?
What will you make today? (Despite even larger snowpiles...!)