Things are getting more and more eccentric at Casa de la Swain. Changing styles in my textile work, falling in love again with painting and photography...and then there is the ever illusive quest for continuing creativity through working with Eric Maisel. Still on the road teaching, posting now at the Ragged Cloth Cafe and taking the pledge to keep handmaiden up to date.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Allergy Season...Or When Your Body Revolts



For a few weeks I have been noticing the onslaught of pollen...feeling tired...sleeping late...and of course, the muddled brain. Ya know what I mean. You think you are clear headed and then you do something totally whacko. My Saturday in the studio being a fine example. Everything I touched went splat. However, at the time of touching, they all seemed like good ideas.

Please note the ginormus bags under my eyes. Yikes! These aren't bags...they are an entire set of luggage. Thought about dumping my head into a sink full of ice. Brr...shiver...only to realize that Sweet Ronnie is the only person on the planet who is going to be subjected to this view.

Much to my surprise I photographed this debacle and posted it to you. Again an error in thinking. While I never suffer enough to take any of the much televised medications, a few weeks in March or April are not a pretty sight. Although I do love the high cheekbones, that gaunt look that makes you appear thinner than you really are. Or could that just be a syndrome of "old?"

Today the mission is to stay away from sharp objects, don't speak until thinking, and don't start a major project. Pearls of wisdom during allergy season.
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2 comments:

Patricia said...

A good time to sew binding and sleeves on quilts...something not to strenuous and you can't mess up too much.

Linda Branch Dunn said...

It's about a year since I took a class with you in Watertown MA, and I just wanted to let you know that the pieces gestating then came to fruition, with more coming in their wake. I remain impressed that you could simultaneously handle me, with my sketchbook and waving hands, right along side the folks who'd have been just as happy to be handed a pattern to follow. Thank you.