Wednesday, November 17, 2010
It is a horribly blustery day with all kinds of wind and rain. This morning my friend Lindsey came for a visit and we sipped on homemade Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate and knit for what was too short a time. My frugal hubby had a coupon for Panera and we had buy-on-get-one-free salads in an absolutely bustling dining room for lunch. Yum. After running some errands, one of which was to get my hands on the latest issue of Artful Blogging, I came home to a whisper quiet house and toasty warm fire. My brain is being racked by the desire to debunk a difficult new wire link design that won't leave my imagination. Yet, my hands find they want to manipulate something other than wire... a wee bit of pen and paper. The other night, Andrew and I were looking for something and I came across my college sketch book. He was in awe, I was hyper-critical. I wonder why my drawing eye is so critical, nothing is ever good enough... yet, I still want to draw? It is whisper that I hear getting louder lately. Who knows where it will go... no matter the destination, I hope I can find ways to enjoy the journey. For now though, we best be battening down the hatches here... we will be making some onion soup and settling in for a night full of howling winds.