A Needle and Thread

To be handy with, yes, I am. Surprised I threaded the needle without my close-up glasses, I was able to mend the beaded peach tank of its hole, and the cream maxi sweater dress of its torn shoulder. Now when I’m out sometime this week I’ll go get some cream ribbon and fix the drawstring on the cream lounge pants. See, I’m really a clothes fanatic. But there are worse things, yes?

The house is quiet in a way, where it had become a sick house, an inferno of sorts. Jason cleared the air this morning with his herbed scrambled eggs with biscuits. We watched the rest of Tous les Matins du Monde, truly beautiful in every detail. I’m so glad I got the soundtrack last week, so plaintive, poignant, deliberate.

I went so far as to pull out the tall canvas for Utopia I, and move the wide one for the Utah piece to the side for now. But I don’t feel the precision in my movements yet, still so shaky, that I don’t risk a sketch. Looking forward.

About amyjacksoncc

I am a professional artist, writer and musician creating from my home studio. To view my artwork, visit http://www.amyjackson.cc
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