A warm 71 degrees here in Los Angeles tonight. I for one am sick of all this happy-go-lucky acidic sunshine & heat. Bah! Fall is ridiculously overdue. Rain is overdue. Grey is overdue. The jarring shift in my schedule has me ready to fall in bed the second I'm finished with this post. It would be so much more pleasant with rain sliding down the windows and pattering on the roof, my small heater purring away on the floor.
Despite the heat and the return to working life I've puttered in the door the last few days and collapsed at the art table instead of the couch. I don't usually start anything when I'm tired, much less crack open the visual journal I haven't touched since September. But I did. And it woke me up.
I haven't touched my newly sewn up flotsam jetsam journal and that's okay. Eventually I'll drift back to that scrappier style of recording. Both are satisfying in their own ways.
Storytime on the rug after lunch. Lights off. A circle of eyes all on me. 20 overheated litttle bodies craned forward listening. Oh the joys of reading and being read to! This I have missed. We had a good week, the little punks and I.
Debra left a comment in the last post about a giveaway over on her blog. She's been sewing up scrappy journals with vibrant hand-stamped papers and has a BEAUTY to give away, you may want to get yourself over there and deposit a comment and a chance to win that big gorgeous thing. It really is stunning.