Playing with print and pattern in my journal. Enough can't be said about the bliss of starting out on a snowy white page. Anything is possible. The world is new again. Something I haven't seen before is getting ready to bloom on the page.
With my ITunes shuffle on, the pleasure is doubled.
music + paint + paper scraps + no plan = heaven
Summer deepens. Ravishing green things are living in the garden. The brand spanking new epi leaves are so glossy. Eventually a big frilly flower will bloom from a bud that will eventually sprout on this leaf. I like thinking about eventual things.
My foreign film streak continues. This time I've moved to Sweden. The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo. Netflix instant watch. Now I want to read the other 2 in the trilogy. Except that I'm reading a novel set in Istanbul. Pretty Dead Things.
I am SO not a murder mystery person, but I've taken the plunge. My interest in solving neighborhood crimes intensifies. This does not bode well for my neighbors. In order to solve a crime one must be committed. While I wait, maybe I'll get a dragon tatoo on my back.