Prosaic Mosaic

It's pretty weird to have washing the dishes be akin to an archeological dig. I mean, when I get down to a level of food that I don't recall cooking, that's hardcore unkempt. I tend to wait to do dishes until every single plate, pot, pan, and utensil is used, including the extra, emergency picnic cutlery. Then I have fun with creative stacking, making precarious temporary sculptures out of the squeaky clean metal and china shapes. Yesterdays' is in the upper left corner. They rest are "works" from other days.



On the All-Consuming Holiday Card Project: I haven't stopped snipping. I kept pasting cheerful papers back to back and cutting out many shapes and aging their edges since Friday rather than stopping yet to assemble. Some quantities are all cut out, 320 needed of some pieces, some parts are pre-assembled, enough to make 50 puppet cards. I now have enough of everything to put together at least 25 ready to go on their way to friends. I plan to take the farthest flung stops to the post tomorrow because time is sneaking up very quickly.

Thankfully, my hands are in fine shape thanks to a sharp pair of Singer scissors I bought for the project (about $3.50 at Target). I knew I'd need some cushioning on the handles to avoid blisters. There are so many wonderful tools available today to make life more comfortable.

If all continues to be on schedule, I should have all the little packages out by Friday and be ready to dive headlong back into my precious Halfland work.

Cheers to you, Herself