There is little to report, but a nice calm before the next life hurricane is cause for celebration, not consternation.
Texas continues to entertain, although I haven't been struck with my usual urge to dissect local absurdities. My mind has not been altogether here. I had a nice visit to Minnesota, where I enjoyed the hot commodity of fresh air and open windows. We didn't buy the land that I thought we would, and that was the right decision for the time being. I'm still waiting for news on the dream job, which also has my mind one foot out the door, as slim as those chances are. As per usual chez LaCasse, champagne chills in preparation for either an invitation to interview, or the inevitable thanks-but-no-thanks email.
I finished my classes, and am grateful to have no more homework. My final illustration project left me with many ideas and with more work to do on my own this summer, which is, to me, the sign of a class worth taking. So now, I'm doodling and stitching, organizing and plotting, drafting and resting, and alternating between feeling wonderfully relaxed and intermittently antsy. I continue to sew by hand, even when I know I should switch to a machine...sewing by hand costs me time, but makes me happy and brave, so for now it dominates.
I have disassembled my wedding dress in order to examine the fabric for its reincarnation into the anniversary dress. I have begun sewing a dress that I envisioned in my final illustration project. And I really need to be making lightweight tanks and sundresses, because the Texas heat is upon me and I forgot how serious it is.
Reading continues on the history of cotton and it is an amazing story. Vaguely familiar parts of our nation's history are coming to life in a much more vibrant way for me through the lens of the story of this challenging fiber, and its links to this part of the country.