One Of Those (Less Than Perfect) Days

You know the kind of thing. You visit the doctor, who doesn't know what's wrong with you, whether it's a virus, a bacterial infection or what. You break sundry machine needles. You fall asleep in an uncomfortable position and wake up with a stiff neck.

But there were some good points to today, too. I got a surprise package in the mail, my diary and sketch book, lost somewhere between Edinburgh and Norwich, sent by a kind man in Norwich Airport, thanks to the letter from the dentist with my address on. And a book from Amazon, 'Figuring It Out' by Colin Renfrew, an archaeologist with a passion for modern art. It is subtitled, 'The Parallel Visions of Artists and Archaeologists'; I said recently (and possibly, it might have been here), that I saw artmaking as part archaeology; this book talks about the way that artists and archaeologists think...and how the thoughts of the former might well be fruitful for the latter. And, I suspect, vice versa. I've wanted for a long time to talk to an archaeologist (any archaeologists out there fancy a dialogue? Just drop me a line.). This book may be the Next Best Thing.

And then, there's the work. Lutradur on velvet, stitched and cut back, to prove that applique can be trouble free and interesting, using lutradur. The image shows a section of it, waiting for more stitch. I'm pleased, so far, anyway. Not bad going for a less than perfect day.