When I was 15, I picked up a paint brush and went to work...and didn't stop for 18 years. Now and then I paint a little something here and there, but no longer do I sling gallons of paint at scenery each day and I hardly ever sit and watch miles of paint dry with a cup of coffee in my multi-colored, speckled hands. (I kept the coffee, the rest went bye bye)
With my new (but not surprising) love of rusted and dyed fabrics,
I now find myself in strange, uncharted territory. It's a place I've only seen in books, or on denim shirts back in the 1970's....it's Embroidery Land!
I could paint in my sleep, (and have actually fallen asleep while
painting!) I can feel my brain starting to sizzle and smoke while
reading sewing directions and figuring out stitches. But I'm obsessed
with it, I love it...
Who knows where this needle and thread will lead me?
So I downloaded this app for my fancy shmancy phone that is supposed to remind me to
drink water. It has alarms you can set that go off throughout the day.
Mine makes exotic bird noises when I'm supposed to sip water. It's broken...it doesn't work. I heard the birds and
picked up my coffee and took a sip. These apps are useless!