These are my second and third paisleys, which I made in the past couple days. I wouldn't have thought so, but I find making them really relaxing. They would be tidier if I used markers or some hard medium, but I love water coloring, and I even like its softer, messier effect.
These two are greeting cards. The background paper is creamy--don't know why it shows up a kind of dirty grey here. :(
Orange Crate Art explains HOW TO GET THE GRAYS OUT (Seems it's from Google's auto-enhance).
The one immediately below is for a friend who is healing from a broken elbow. (She slipped on the ice.) I imagine this as a hurt cell knitting itself back together.
This blue and white one, below, is for a friend who recently lost her mother.
Initiate Job Search & Meltdown
Last week I also finished the so-called final edit of the toilets-for-teens book. I will, alas, have to look at it again, but briefly, pleasegod.
This means I'm out of reasons not to launch a job search, except the reason of inertia. (Physicist approved!) I am at a dead cold stop, so I signed up for a job search class at a nearby church. It meets four times in February.
bink and I also signed up again for the YW's annual Meltdown program for Feb-March, which we've done the past two years.
It's supposed to encourage mindfulness about nutrition and exercise, which I like; it tries to avoid the "build a bikini body" crap, so it doesn't trigger my despair about being female in the USA too much.
Though there was that trainer last year who strapped to her body an electronic sensor that counted every calorie she expended and who told us that if she hadn't burned enough calories, she just did a few jumping jacks before she got in bed.
"Did it count calories eaten?" someone asked.
Sadly, no, she said, and added, "Wouldn't it be great if it could reach out and slap your hand when you were about to eat something you shouldn't?"
This sort of thing makes me want to say, "Hey, wouldn't it be great if we could move to North Korea? I hear there are no fat people there!"
Anyway, the thing is, the midlife pounds keep sneaking on, and I don't want to carry them around forever. They're heavy, you know!
Also, the diabetes... Don't want it.
So, try, try again.
These two are greeting cards. The background paper is creamy--don't know why it shows up a kind of dirty grey here. :(
Orange Crate Art explains HOW TO GET THE GRAYS OUT (Seems it's from Google's auto-enhance).
The one immediately below is for a friend who is healing from a broken elbow. (She slipped on the ice.) I imagine this as a hurt cell knitting itself back together.
This blue and white one, below, is for a friend who recently lost her mother.
Initiate Job Search & Meltdown
Last week I also finished the so-called final edit of the toilets-for-teens book. I will, alas, have to look at it again, but briefly, pleasegod.
This means I'm out of reasons not to launch a job search, except the reason of inertia. (Physicist approved!) I am at a dead cold stop, so I signed up for a job search class at a nearby church. It meets four times in February.
bink and I also signed up again for the YW's annual Meltdown program for Feb-March, which we've done the past two years.
It's supposed to encourage mindfulness about nutrition and exercise, which I like; it tries to avoid the "build a bikini body" crap, so it doesn't trigger my despair about being female in the USA too much.
Though there was that trainer last year who strapped to her body an electronic sensor that counted every calorie she expended and who told us that if she hadn't burned enough calories, she just did a few jumping jacks before she got in bed.
"Did it count calories eaten?" someone asked.
Sadly, no, she said, and added, "Wouldn't it be great if it could reach out and slap your hand when you were about to eat something you shouldn't?"
This sort of thing makes me want to say, "Hey, wouldn't it be great if we could move to North Korea? I hear there are no fat people there!"
Anyway, the thing is, the midlife pounds keep sneaking on, and I don't want to carry them around forever. They're heavy, you know!
Also, the diabetes... Don't want it.
So, try, try again.
Some is inevitable, and below the waist, possibly beneficial. Gravity, that is all.
ReplyDeleteLooks creamy to me, and the paisley pleasantly swoopy.
Ah, if only it were below the waist and not wrapped around the waist, where I gather it is far from beneficial. But thanks for the perspective.
ReplyDeleteIf the paisley looks pleasantly swoopy, I have done my job right. :)
These paisleys are lovely and the blue is what I'm going to paint on the insides of my eyelids so I can see it whenever I'm getting ready to sleep.
ReplyDeleteThe exercise and the pounds, well, the Sustainable Kindness principle works for me.
*poodletail
ReplyDeletePOO(DLE): Sustainable Kindness is the best health plan!
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