The week, I mean. I've no idea what happened this week, apart from the laze-in-the-studio days flying by. I did get started on the inside of the stitched book, although progress is slower than expected. (Me, not the work itself.)
I got a ton of bookmark and tag blanks out, fully intending to do something with them in order to reduce the size of the exploding box of papers. For some reason, they refused to make themselves, and my Round-Tuit had already expired for the month.
My two journals in the works languished in the same manner, and goodness knows when they'll get done.
And Ruth's last two paintings await her presence, which may take a good while, given that the Covid stats have risen alarmingly in town. We're back to full restrictions for the foreseeable future in British Columbia, and there are rumblings (unfounded I sincerely hope) about a lockdown.
In spite of that, there is a feeling of neighbourliness everywhere
and we are taking every advantage of the now-stellar outdoor weather. The smoke from forest fires around us has lifted due to the rain, the skies are blue, and sunshine sparkles and brightens each day. The flora has taken on some fall colours, and we glory in them.
Hopefully your home area is safe and beautiful as well. Happy week, my friends!

