Having completed the assigned class writing for this week I decided to take a little break and do a little sewing.
The problem is that I find myself without a fitted muslin or a prepared pattern and ( after posting my history of the last fifty years of Irish contemporary and traditional music to Blackboard ) the last thing that I feel like doing is using my brain.
So, instead, I think I'll cut up brightly coloured bits of tissue paper to make the papel picado for the Day of the Dead.
It's kind of constructive while at the same time there's that wonderfully destructive subtext.
Right now: scissors = good