Pon: de floor.

On: film.

Week three

More sewing accomplishment.

I used bleach and a paint brush to make the stripes on this shirt. The fabric was an old cotton man shaped shirt which I cut up and rearranged to fit me better. It was fun but I felt a little dizzy when I was done; it was raining and I had to do this in the basement.

The pants are also bleached by me. I haven’t decided yet whether they need more work or if they are good the way they are. I gathered and tied the legs like you do for some tie dye and the bleach didn’t distribute evenly in all spots. We shall see if I prefer them this way.

On: Week two, last week.

Getting some hunting done.

This was one of the lovely last nice days that we had last week who have been hiding since. After this the sky turned into an ocean and fell down. It was terribly dry before so it is an excellent thing to be getting all of this rain, however yesterday rain wasn't enough anymore and snow started. The wind has been out dancing as well, and in its enthusiasm is taking the petals off of flowers and making Tina, T-Rex, Tyrone, T-Ball, think that a hurricane had landed. I think I talked her out of it, but she doesn't trust me much because I refuse to be convinced by her "rabbits are evil carnivores" thing. Proof of the evils of Monty Python, leading poor unsuspecting I-talians to believe in crazy things.

Today the sun is shining. I go outside now!

On: not 365.

I've been pondering lately on the failed 365 day project that I did last year. I made it all the way to 60, and looking trough those five minutes ago I estimate that one in every five is worth looking at. Not good, but not so bad as to just be deleted.

It seems that the best course of action in this situation is the lazy 365: the 52 day project. So. I hereby dedicate myself to one self portrait every week for the next year. To make this even easier I have an SP’s dating back two weeks to throw up. I suppose that makes it a project 50, but I’m not going to get douchy about what’s who and who’s what.

Allow me to introduce week one: beginning where I began, more or less, which is to say in my bedroom at my parent’s house. It was never so clean when I lived there full time.