Rough drafts

I’ve been clipping and tearing strips of old clothes and thrift store linen …

wanting to see what comes next.

Don has been doing much the same kind of imagining out back …

And still we watch and wait.

Hope-full

I feel strangely calm. After all the angst leading up to Election Day, here we all are, still going.

Stitching is my meditation …

accompanied by the music in my head.

Today it’s Joni …

I am grateful that our county did us proud …

That our local representative to the Texas House won re-election …

And that there is still hope for the final outcome, even if it won’t be the landslide that was projected.

May it be enough.

Energized

I’m smiling as I stitch happy little clouds …

and later I plan to draw with Wendy MacNaughton …

because today I do believe, and dare to hope, anything is possible.

P.S. There will also be cookie dough at some point, although these days I just mix up a little meringue powder instead of buying a whole container of pasteurized eggs.