Deanne Fitzpatrick Rug Hooking Studio

Dear Diary, I imagine that beautiful new ideas keep coming as long as you are looking foor them. Today I went to buy a few new magazines, just for the pleasure of a rainy day at the shore. As I poked through them, nothing was quite satisfying. I left with a good old reliable one, and the weekend Globe, and proceeded to mine the pages for ideas. In the middle of the read I jotted down a note in book, thinking that if I wrote it down, I would be more likely to do it. I have ideas that come and go, and generally I try to write to write them down if they have enough worthiness to reconsider later. The truth is though, sometimes I never get back to them for months. I try to review the bits and pieces that I write in my various books and journals every once in a while. The other day I did a small sketch of an idea I had for someone, and I could not bear really to have that sheet torn out of my book. It was an enormous moleskin sketch book, that was a beautiful gift from someone this spring. I had been savouring the book for sketches I was spending time on, keeping it precious, but I decidede to give that up, and start using it freely. I did the playful little sketchy ideas in it, but could not rip them out to give away. I joked that these were a record of my life. He photocopied them while I read the Amherst Daily. Sometimes when I go over my old sketch books now, the absent pages make me wonder what is gone. Most of the notes and drawing I make are inconsequential, but they are all a record of my tiniest moments, and I know that those tiny moments are all adding up to a life .

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