Hapi sits to my left happily munching his high-potency Harrison's treats like they are candy. Good boy. Have to say though his feathers are in horrible shape and he has plucked more down his back and neck. Trying to accept the appearance of this new bird, at least for now, but it is so difficult. If only he could tell me what was going on inside that little birdie head of his. Another mystery.
Last night we finished our six week stitching class. Three different projects, with fun people doing beautiful work. Next up is a Paper Mache and Beyond class which will explore ways "meth" can be used to create in 2D and 3D ways. Don't worry, the meth to which I refer is just glue (methylcellulose.) Come find out why it is so magic! Createartisanstudio.com.
On deck today are more domestic battles. I tell myself there will come a day that when I clean something, it will stay clean for more than a day. I love my pugs and want them to have a good life as they enter their elderly years, but man, they are challenging. I say "they" as last night while the Tobster slept peacefully in his crate, SOMEONE snuck out of the bedroom and made a mess downstairs. Time to get a bigger crate and put both pugs in it for the night, I think. Tilly is bed-bound with his little legs and doesn't do the naughty things like the pugs do. Thankfully. It is sad because the pugs are really snuggly dogs that have loved their time on the bed, keeping my feet warm, and to shove them in a crate now seems harsh and uncaring. But I can't stand the ongoing messes. Maybe a crate on the bed...hmmm....lol. On a birght pet note, Kizzy dropped a perfect tail feather this morning. Nearly 21" long and perfect with no discolorations or uneven barbs. Wowza what a gift!
Am working towards finishing beading on the handles of my current pot piece. More time consuming than I thought it would be. Have to reconcile myself to the fact that other ideas and things just have to wait until I can get this done. Bead by bead, hour by hour. I feel a great companionship to the monks who agonized over manuscripts. At least the absolutely terrible audio book I started is now finished. I know life is too short to read/hear bad books, but this one was so poorly written that it was funny enough to keep listening to. Every trite phrase in the cliche book, every worn out stereotypical character, and every predictable plot was brought out in sequence. A stunning piece of crap writing. For the record, it is by Gregg Olsen, and is called The Girl in the Woods. I liked an earlier book of his, but this was so bad I will steer clear of him from now on. Calling it a pulp mystery doesn't even do this mess justice.
For an art link today, here is a book that I couldn't resist ordering in physical form after looking through it on my phone (thanks, FridaKahlo on Issuu!) Who's Your DADA? Redefining the Doll Through Mixed Media is an oldie but a really goodie when it comes to looking at abstract figures ("dolls.") I am grateful to Amazon for making so many used titles available! Feeding the doll beast, as some day it might truly emerge...when there is time! Cheers.