Last night, after my moaning and complaining of yesterday, (sorry about that) I picked up this piece of paperwork again. I added French knots and then put it in my sketchbook. (I use the term sketchbook very loosely, not a lot of sketching goes on in there) I then extended my page and added some web stitch and a running stitch edge to that. It isn't finished, I will work on it some more tonight. When I looked again this morning I though, ''moving on''? ''complete change of direction''? I don't think so....look at it placed next to my embroidered white cloth...almost identical. Conclusion? I'm not ready to move on? I am incapable of moving on? I have so little imagination that I will never do anything different? I should stop moaning and be happy with who I am and how that reflects in my work?....the last one is the one I prefer. So today I am positive, I am content, I think we all have these ''moments'' when we question our creativity. Yesterday is now in a box, put away.....
I am off out now...Christmas browsing. Having a look at what is out there and maybe buying a couple of things.......see you soon...
