Fir Klimt

If this doesn't prove that design colors each and every part of your life, I really can't imagine stronger evidence.

I think I may have to come up with a graphic designers Christmas carol... hmmm...

...I'm dreaming of a ...foam core Christmas...

I made this tree a few years ago to cure the broken ornament problem. I have a cat heavy household and Christmas trees are just a compulsory (if you are a cat) invitation- they just can't help themselves. So, to keep from making them into purses, I made a cat-proof tree. It's lasted for three years and it's getting a little ragged- but so far no cat purses.

Hope you all have a happy holiday and a happy healthy new year.

At least once before the new year.....

How did it get to be December? I feel like I have been underwater.

I have been working really hard but not making much visible progress anywhere.

I'm in the refinement stage of several things and since I am not quite sure what I am doing... I move very slowly.

I'm hoping for a tipping point soon, one way or another, otherwise I'll have no alternative but to make a mess.

Conversation

I couldn't have been less permeable, when I'd hear my mother say to my father...."Well, that's fine, but you GO to work..... I wake up and my work surrounds me..."

I get it now.

Mornings when I am still and quiet, my work surrounds me. It's partly by chance. My current work, in it's various stages, sits on the mantel directly in my line of vision. I put it there to keep it away from curious noses and paws, but the unintended prize is the realization that it's constant presence keeps the conversation alive, even when I am distracted.

It is always there.

"My arms are wrong."

"You didn't make me very interesting"

"This is what my head needs to look like"

"This is a great dress, but it doesn't fit."

"What was your intention, when you gave me two heads?"

"How come I only have one head?"

"You did a good job on these wire thingies"

"Fix me"

"Fix me"

"Fix me"

Is this a face....?

Introducing Habit, she goes by her middle name (first name bad), the newest member of our country family. She had been living next door and D took her in to get her spayed to keep the population in the neighborhood somewhere near manageable (and of course she was in heat). Sooooo.... she has been living in our playroom to rest, recover and quit arousing all the boys in the area.

What can I say... we grew accustomed to her face.

And what a face...

It's what's on the inside....

Isn't that the accepted view of first impressions? I have strayed from the original plan and gotten so involved in the structure of my figures that I'm thinking that at least one of them needs to be naked. Paula had the great idea to have one of them holding a dress- and I love that idea for a lot of reasons not the least being, that it addresses the all important and all encompassing question:

"What AM I going to wear today?"

Home is where you make it

Yes. I have pet envy.

Wouldn't it be nice, at that after-lunch crash time, to just unroll the paper towels and take a nap on the counter?

Evidence of Slackery

I just had to give it a rest this weekend, I've been spending pretty much any and all of my free time working on my doll figures- and I did do the final sanding on the seated figure. But Sunday found me worn out and uninspired.

So, I sat, I watched movies and I doodled.