My treadmill is trying to get me and other important stuff

 Do you ever feel like you have nothing to blog about? Hey, me, too!

Yesterday I got inspired to start walking on the treadmill again (since I am not stepping foot outside in this cold windy stuff). I had my iPhone tuned to I Heart Radio, and started the treadmill on a normal walk. “I am being so GOOD!” I said to myself smugly. (Smugness will get you every time.)

Things were humming along at a snail's pace (which is my preferred speed) until the treadmill decided, all by its little lonesome, that I needed to run NOW. The belt tried to launch me into my own orbit over Maryland.

Perhaps treadmills everywhere are rising up against their masters, and I am just one of the first victims.

The treadmill is now on my DH's do-list.

Here are some pics of my cluttered work area. Cluttered art is always more entertaining than a treadmill. (But don't tell the treadmill I said that.)

This will eventually be a painting of skellys dancing in a graveyard, maybe at night, with all sorts of vines and such.

I've started making some Halloween dolls. If I start now, they might be done by October.

She is happily waiting for her dress.

The Cat in the Hat has been hanging out with these two unfinished witch dolls for months and months. I am betting he'd like me to move them. He looks a little nervous.

This is part of the top of my dresser. I decided I needed to have dolls stare at me while I sleep.  I like waking up and seeing them. Yes, I do know I am a little weird. :)

Here are some more dolls on my dresser. There's a Frida from MySkipper and Ghoulia (blue) from ForeverFall. 

This is a bookshelf near my art tables. I am putting all my little dolls there until I can figure out a good way to display them. Becca (Magikal Seasons) , there's your adorable clown keeping an eye on me. :)

I hope you are all keeping safe and warm. Keep an eye on your treadmill, and perhaps your Mr. Coffee, too. Just sayin'.