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'.