22

tail segments today. Feels like the never ending tail.

15

tail muscles done. Time for a little sleep.

 

20

more tail muscles done. Only a couple hundred more to go.

50

tail muscles done today.

25

more tail muscles done this morning.

18

18 tail muscles done, and my back muscles are saying “enough!”

 

Mapping

Time to do a bit of mapping before I get lost and screw up, referencing the original piece (digital) and the first textile version.

 

 

Distracting myself

Okay, Micrathena cyanospina is finished. I’m still very ill, but distracting myself with work (and avoiding looking out a window, which will remind me of the storm outside – snow, rain, sleet, ice, snow. Bleargh.) Still catching up black work on the tail.

Arachnid Distraction

I’ll be taking a bit of time off from A Different Grail to get Micrathena Cyanospina finished up. There’s a show coming up in June.

 

Catching my tail

I’m in need of some mental basket weaving, so doing black work and catching up with the tail for a bit before tackling the right wing.

 

 

*Finally*

The left wing is finished.

Closer

I’m a little closer to finishing the left wing. I really want this finished, but the last week hasn’t been the best. Lots of things going on, much stress. I’m working on it as much as I can right now. Um, Monday Movies were Looper: “Is this thing ever going to end?” I know, I know, everyone thought it was great, but I find time travel movies annoying. Bad science all over. The only time travel flick I liked was Primer and most people hated that one. Skyfall: I was pretty happy with the Bond reboot with Daniel Craig, but this one disappointed with it’s regression into “hey, this is a guy’s club where the wimmin are happy sex objects.” Yeah, I know, it’s Bond. Still, two women dead, one happily deciding on life as a secretary. Uh huh. Also, who in the hell thought it was a good idea to make Bardem blonde? Sinister: Starts out intriguingly enough, suitably tense and creepy with ethical dilemmas tossed in. Keeps the tension going nicely, then devolves into “ooh, supernatural stuff!” Bleargh. Non-existent beings can’t hurt you. Rick gave it more points for being creepy than I did, the whole supernatural!!1! junk leaves me cold and uncreeped.

7 Sherlocks Worth of Work

I have seven of the Rathbone/Bruce Sherlock Holmes movies. Played them all today while I worked on the left wing.