The mural is about half finished. There is a lot to do still, more details on the geese. Splashing water, not added yet, I’ve been trying to get the background done first. Then outlining the patches of water. The little goslings need a stronger yellow. Then the reeds and leaves need finishing. I’m getting tired.
It’s been a busy few days with some ups and downs, on the whole things are OK, but things feel a bit flat. Like these leaves, just squashed by footsteps.
I was thinking about my worries and concerns earlier, but now I’ve thought a bit I realise I’m beating myself up before anything has actually happened. I guess it’s because I’m tired. I’ve set myself a lot of things to do, I’m fed up with sitting back and resting, I need to occupy my mind, but I’m not young anymore….. Well this is cheerful!
Talking to the world, is it listening?
What a long day, and when I got to the Waiting room gallery for the craft fair today, I realised I’d left my phone at home.
Not good when you like to blog. There were beautiful frosty images of hoar frost on leaves, I could not photograph. Lots of ornaments and cards made by people visiting the free print and crafting workshops. These were very successful and a lot of people enjoyed the experience.
I just tried to blog about it, but I’m so tired I’m falling asleep as I type. I would write more but can’t keep my eyes open.
I typed two or three paragraphs that have disappeared because I just hit the delete key…. Argh!
I’m sort of running out of ideas for the craft stall this weekend. So I’m painting variations on owls. A Christmas bauble with cat, and a frosty tree with faces in it. I’m not sure what my reasons behind them are? I am very tired so it might be phantoms from my dreams?!
Anyway, back to the mural in the morning, then more to do in the evening…. Yikes!
argh! Just got soaked. I’d rested my cup of coffee on my easle paintbrush tray, a fresh, full cup of decaff (don’t ask). But it tipped up, fell off landed on my foot, bounced, splashed…. My legs were soaked, the throw on the chair is soaked, my jumper, even my face was splashed! Everything is in the washer now! Coffee, even without sugar, seems to be sticky. Yuk.
Will have to wait for the washer to go through its wash and spin cycle. A later night than I had hoped.
I am tired, like a sleeping cat,
Curled up on my chair,
Snuggled with a hot chocolate,
Ready to snooze.
Long day at the fair,
Concentration, talk, natter, chatter.
Sell this, try to sell that.
Be polite, be thoughtful, be considerate.
Now it’s time to rest,
Do my best,
Have to sleep,
Better go to bed
As sleep fell in my head.
Better try and sleep
And count some sheep..
Better lie down and rest,
Sleep time is the best..
Try and grab eight hours
Not wake as dawn flowers
Pink sky all lit up
My mind ready to wake up.
My world ready to break up
My life already shattered
Sleep is what mattered.
So better go to bed,
Before night has fled.