Aaaaaactually, it’s been on display since November, which brings me to the only resolution I wrote down for 2016: blog more. I mean, I could hardly write less than I did last year, so it seemed like a more realistic expectation than anything about diet, exercise, experiencing the magical joy of tidying up, or finishing all the projects. Grad school and teaching have sort of been destroying my confidence that I still know how to write in my own voice – the festively inappropriate one that occasionally plays fast and loose with with the laws of language. (In my defense, that approach worked for Shakespeare.) So 2016 is the year that I start taking back my own voice, and start taking back some of my time from Other People’s Usefullness(tm), and start doing my stuff and writing about it. At least, that’s the plan. It’s January 9, and I’m already 100% above last year.
Let me break that down:
I can stop right there, can’t I? My relationship with embroidery is not exactly friendly. It’s not even polite. But lets go further:
I. Embroidered. A … gag gift?
I. Embroidered? A …. gag gift?!?
This what happens when I give a class too much studio/work time, people.
That is my story, and I’m stickin’ to it!