I could weave all kinds of stories of the fabric creations I've been working on...including some with woven fabric. But this might be all fabrication, as I have no way to document said work. I can't find my camera.
While I always have it at hand, I'm constantly setting it down and having to look for it. This time, I seem to have misplaced it permanently. I've been searching for 3? 4? days, and have yet to find it.
I remember taking pictures out at the walnuts, of the nuts hidden among the leaves on the ground. I've been gleaning on a daily basis (sans today), and have some quilt ideas percolating as a result of the experience. But said images were not downloaded. Perhaps I lost the camera amongst the leaves?
I don't think so. The last time I really remember holding it was when I took pictures of a cute blue postcard with some red-streaked fishies swimming across it. It was a birthday card for a friend on the other side of the country. Somehow between the outdoor photo shoot and the computer I lost the camera.
I told the maids (I admit it, I'm spoiled twice a month) to look for it, but to no avail. I've looked under the bed, thinking Pixel took it, but no luck. I've wandered through the backyard, searching for flashes of red - perhaps Scruffy (nee Homeless) buried it? The reason I bought a red camera was so that I wouldn't lose it. Or so that I could find it, each time I lost it.
Ollie ollie oxen, free free free!! Come out, come out, wherever you are!!
I suspect that the next time I see my camera, if I see my camera, it will have been run over by a tractor and ground into the earth.
I guess it's time to buy a new one. Lucky me.
Art with Grandma
2 days ago