Monday, March 8, 2010
Somewhere in the early 80s, I got caught up in the ritual of watching the Oscars. My friend Sherry hosted an annual party at her house, and a few of us would gather around trays of snacks, drink loads of champagne, and hoot and holler at her TV set.
Those were fun times, but long past. Sherry lives far away, I almost never see a film in a theater, I no longer drink or smoke, and my friends here in Taos couldn't care less about the Oscars...so I go it alone.*
After a three hour nap yesterday in preparation for my big night (yawn), I went upstairs to watch. About five minutes in, I realized I needed something else to do, so I sat and hooked those four hours.
Great choice! I rarely work up there at night and I got a lot done. I'm using up some wool I purchased last summer and dyed this fall and winter. It has a partial synthetic content, so it won't take enough dye to give a deep color...hence the pastels. After just finishing a mat hooked on someone else's pattern, this piece is freeform...I am drawing it as I go.
As for the Oscars...well...let's just say I'm glad I had something else to do.
*(Note that Mr. Sunflower has nothing to do with this. He was downstairs with his headphones on, watching a series on The History of Great Britain. I might well have been better served by joining him.)