I've been reading a little less lately and playing more in my studio.
Unfinished figures are suddenly yammering for attention,
and new Halloween figures keep popping in my head.
The studio floor is a disaster area,
covered with balls of yarn
I've been playing with
and all of the
that I let Bryce Eleanor play with when she is here--
pipe cleaners, beads, butterfly punch,
old skates that I plan to use in an assemblage
and she uses to transport her stuffed animals,
old costume jewelry that she uses to decorate her stuffed animals,
colored pencils, fabric we used for appliqueing her drawings on to a tee shirt....
I document our adventures over at my crafty blog.
When she is here, we make her stuff.
When she is not, I make my stuff.
After a series of DNA (Did Not Appeal), I have a couple of books that are looking up. Yay!