more delay

One of the delights of reorganizing my studio was rediscovering my rocks-with-holes collection. For as long as I can remember I have been a rock collector and one of my favorite varieties are those with holes. It just seems so amazing that something so hard can have naturally occuring holes. It's like a missing piece, or a peephole into the unknown, just a little weakness.

I spent the last part of Sunday afternoon tying some of them to a piece of grape vine from the garden and hanging it in the studio window. Now they twirl and dance too. Proving that even the hardest of us can learn to frolic.

I'm not fooling myself. This little project was just one more way to avoid the big one on the design wall. I am at a frozen spot with it. Looking for a little sunshine before stitching.