Mar 04, 2005 18:46
Why is it that people who should feel guilty don't seem to ever, and those of us who aren't really 100% evil feel bad for all kinds of stuff we shouldn't feel bad for? I'm still working on my New Year's resolution to not beat myself up for not being perfect, or even near perfect. I think I'm getting better with not hating my art because it isn't the way I want it. I'm still seeing the flaws but I'm getting to the point where I can accept that it isn't going to nessacarily come out perfect, and its all good as long as I have fun making it.
I am watercoloring more on my jazz club painting and I will post it tonight. I still have to finish all kinds of started projects but I keep starting more. But thats okay. I have paid vacation time at work, a whole four days, whoopee. No, really, its better than none, and the manager who makes my schedule is going to give me two days of vacation in two different weeks, and give me my two ordinary days off with each two vacation days, so I will have four days off in a row two times. That will give me time to work on stuff. The oven still isn't fixed, I can't bake anything, and I'm cranky about that... I started making little simple cloth dolls that I was going to put sculpey faces on, sort of resembling the bug-people-with-a-Russian-nesting-doll-feel watercolored pictures I started a few days ago. But I can't make them without baking the faces (I'm sculpting the faces on a flatish piece of the clay and then cutting around them with a cookie cutter to make them perfectly round.)