First I was taking a couple weeks to adjust to some new medication that left me tired all the time and kind of depressed. Then my kid got sick and after taking care of him for a week I got sick too. We both had some respiratory thing that seemed to take forever to go away. At one point in there I turned 44 and went to the mountains with a friend for a weekend away. So anyway, that's why I haven't posted in so long.
Other than dyeing some roving with easter egg dye (brilliant colors!), I haven't been making much. Feeling like crap for so long made me lose interest in everything. It was pretty awful. I think disinterest is an even worse feeling than sad or angry all the time. It's hard to make yourself face the day when there's nothing at all that interests you. Even after I felt physically better, getting through the day felt like too much for me. I was beginning to worry about myself, but then last night M.E. was talking to me about plans for her Halloween costume (planning her costume is a year round activity for M.) and we decided to draw it. She wants to be a squirrel. I imagined her as a brown squirrel wearing a pinafore made from a nice fall print (we have gray squirrels around here, but M. looks so much better in brown) and a big acorn shaped bag for candy (I could make it from felt). I think the tail would be especially fun to make. I could spin some extra fat yarn to make it super bushy. I spent a lot of time wondering how to get that tail to stay up and then thinking how it might be to make a little doll with a squirrel costume and I realized I was excited about something again.
We're off to the Richmond Zine fest.
I did'nt know you were feeling so awful ;(
Thanks for the call about the Zinefest. It was on my calendar but, alas, so was a shift at ye oled coffeeshope ....
Was it awesome? I hope so.
I noticed you books on the side there. I'm like I could use a dose of Your Three Year Old: firey demon love child and Your Eight Year Old: obnoxious and sweet.
Kimmy
Posted by: kimmy | April 29, 2007 at 04:37 AM