gurdymonkey | Don't ignore the signs.

First I couldn't find a fine point Sharpie* anywhere in the house, even thought I'd bought a package right before Twelfth Night, dedicated two to the wish-tree/tanzaku box and put the others in my paint box. Then I couldn't find the pair of cuticle scissors I use for stencil cutting - and the last time I used those they went straight back into the paint box specifically so I wouldn't lose them. And I was getting low on masking tape.

Sometimes you just need to get out of the damn house anyway and my wrists were feeling a little twingy from doing eleven yards of hem-stitch between Thursday night and this morning. So I made a run down to the Walgreens at the South Shore center for what I needed, picked up a salad and iced tea at McAwfuls, and found a place to park by the bay over near Ballena Yacht club and eat my lunch and read another chapter of The Great Wave. Stopped to poke my nose in at an estate sale over in the Gold Coast neighborhood on the way home. Nice things, but I don't have the cash or the room for any of it. Came home and fell asleep on the futon downstairs in front of a Jackie Chan movie.

So I'll cut the stencil tomorrow morning when my eyes and hands are fresh and I'm less likely to muck it up.