I finally got some book shelves up (again). Can't live without my books but they had been stored away for a bit since I had made space for crafting. Now I have some here and some on the shelves in the kitchen. Very nice.
Sometimes I really wonder what the heck it is I'm doing. Seriously. What is this cat thing? During my art history classes the teacher would ask us to describe what we did. Why we did it and so on. And all I could say was: 'It just comes out of my hands! I don't know what else to say!'
I never really have a plan. Or even an idea. Maybe sometimes.
I will play with shapes and color.And go from there.