Somewhere deep in my late Autumn brain are thoughts that have nothing to do with paper scraps and fabric bits. Wild delicious excitements are rising and cresting. Great waves of ideas one behind the other. All to do with paper and fabric. Every. Single. One.
Cat has a silent dialogue playing in his head too. It goes like this:
eat. sleep. find projects to lay upon. look cute. turn art blog into cat blog.
Flouncy apricot roses are sensing the cooler weather and blooming like crazy in the unkempt garden out back. Rain is coming tomorrow. I don’t think shiny purple rainboots are out of the question.