Funky Dark Day
Rain is falling from the sky and soaking into the ground in many parts of California.
I am sort of digging the relative quiet and gray of this day. The wind is howling.
Frank has begun his Spring semester and I will have hours to work, semi-alone. I have the freedom to watch things I like — TV, films — but I’m too focused on creating a body of rag doll work to let myself laze into visuals.
I should have seen this rag doll thing coming. When I find really unique dolls at the thrift store I buy them. They have to be really interesting.
These two are my favorite. I couldn’t leave them at the thrift store.
I gave this sweet couple the wooden chicken and a nest of birds. They make me happy and keep me company on my early morning, pre-light fake bike rides.
They don’t talk much.
I’m working the details on my rag dolls.
I gave her a bracelet, too.
I’m conflicted about shoes. They would just be little feet caps. I think I like them better barefoot.
After having already spent time today at the DMV I must now make a trip to Wal Mart.
This annoys me. People drive like meth-crazed hillbillies in that parking lot.