I attempt to visit a 1920s clothing exhibit, only to find it’s closed early. I return home and immerse myself in my fashion-history book instead.
I paint a present for my grandpa, and it’s everything I wanted it to be.
I muse on my grandpa’s history and current life.
I experiment with an 8-hour work day and it proves partially effective, but exhausting.
This Friday’s featured post comes from Lisa Fisher, who writes about her childhood.
I realize uncomfortably that the reprioritizing process continues. I have to take a long hard look at my goals, and make some choices. Bleh.
I sew FabMo fabric scraps together into a single piece, and then use that as a “fabric” to make a pencil pouch. It works, so I’ll try more of this for the show in October!