She has been a saint for not throwing me out yet.
In the meantime, however, I have neglected my poor Craft Noir. I am fighting on though! The guilt from missing any week at Iron Craft KILLS me...so I cut out cute amuguri food from chibi wrapping paper on breaks at work for memory cards...
and iced a QR code on a brownie amid a sea of 3 circling dogs. And while Craft Noir has suffered, I've at least chronicled those forays on my Flickr page.
I admit, I'm not super impressed with most of these efforts but I still have felt the need to try each one. It is shocking when someone likes one of my handicapped attempts. It's a good lesson that I can't prejudge my projects before they're presented. But that is it's own catch-22. I wouldn't be 'done' with a project unless I thought it was good.
It's interesting when you have something mapped out in your head and it ends up NOTHING like you planned...no matter how many attempts were made. I recently had one of those weeks. Everything that I touched rebelled. Even though I've been slinging art projects together that were perched on the back of the toilet tank and blinked through waterfalls of sweat on the back porch as I tied up finishing touches I've genuinely been so determined to attempt the craft that none of that mattered. Yet after the week of rebellion, I needed a break. I pondered the Iron Craft and not even a last minute 'Hail Mary Pass' appeared. The tank was out of gas.
I regrouped and reassured myself it was ok to temporarily flunk out. Not that I believed that. I am still trying to think of my make-up project! But nothing seemed suitable, so I cleaned and read and didn't craft.
I am happy to report this week I was able to jump back in; this week's challenge was Sculpture.
But I am definitely hitting that last stretch. I am supposed to find out about the house soon. I really pray that this house doesn't prove to be just a mirage. I am already fantasizing about my craft room.
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