I’m sure whoever ripped this off the dog bed and left it on the living room floor fully intended to be “the consumer” but was interrupted by a squirrel or something equally catastrophic. Odds are, one of these two little angels is the guilty party.
Today my house seems like a grandmother’s house. I mean that in good ways. The air is redolent with the scents of baking and of collard greens and zipper cream peas simmering on the stove. Outside, the sun shines gently on the morning glories climbing the fence. There’s a new flower on the gerber daisy, and the impatiens, delighted by the milder weather, have begun to bloom again. I just need some little ones to play dress-up with the dogs and a bit of sewing to do, and I might as well be 135.
Speaking of sewing, Project Runway has finished its regular season and only has the Fashion Week competition left. This means I should be working on a final collection, and I am…
Clueless.
Wishing for inspiration.
Not soliciting inspiration. I can’t create to other people’s specifications in doll fashion any more than in writing or painting. It has to be something that catches my fancy from within.
So I’m waiting…and wishing…