I've been contemplating my blog-- mostly because it's been a little harder of late to come up with subjects. It's not that I don't enjoy blogging-- I do. It's more like I've dipped all the water off the top of the puddle and now I'm having to dig down deep to get anything at all. And doing that everyday is exhausting.
It shouldn't be. It should really be easy enough to figure out what I'm thinking about . . . but it's not, always. When I'm beadweaving, I get lost in my hands and the textures and colors and tension and embellishment. When I'm in the middle of a project, with another project on the horizon, when my hands aren't on the work my mind is.