...an acid flashback? I was in the dentist's chair of horrors this morning at 8am. Six hours later I was home with a temporary crown and a head full of cement.I still can't feel my nose.
To soothe a craving for some handwork, I spent yesterday afternoon making a top using some hand dyes and a freemotion kind of cutting, and came up with some very organic shapes and candy box colors. This afternoon I measured, cut and assembled this piece three times with three different battings because I didn't like the way they felt. Now that I have spent two hours hand stitching several of the elements in place, I have decided I want to machine stitch them down and spent another 30 minutes picking out the hand stitching. In the middle of all this, while grilling burgers, I was hypnotized by the spatula. Now that is a weird word. SPATULA. I bought this one from and army surplus store in Provincetown, MA in 1969. Chrome over brass. What the heck did Dr. B. shoot me up with???