I’m working on a new book of blue. There are piles of blue scraps all over the table. It’s kind of like working in an ocean.
We celebrated 41 years yesterday. Who would’ve ever thought?!
I found this picture in my phone yesterday. No idea when or where? We spent time last night trying to figure it out… his glasses, the mustache, and I’m still wearing a retainer… 1987-89?
K went to New York with his sister last week. Jokingly, I told him to visit a fabric store. He took me seriously and off they went to the garment district. Walking into the first door and completely overwhelmed, he noticed the swatches hanging off of the bolts. He asked the man if he could buy a few of them? No.
Three stores later, they were handed scissors!
What a fun surprise! (Acorn from Central Park.)
Painting has been in swatches too. Choosing a red, blue, and yellow and seeing how many different colors I can make from them. This time it was pinkest pink, golden, and indigo (first three top left).
There are so many things started…
Happily, time and things keep on going... (On our anniversary road trip last year, at the spot where two teenagers had their first kiss in the spring of 1980.)
