Manual Dalton Lobscouse

"Humans are self-directed and work best when we have three things," says Daniel Pink in his audio book, Drive: (1) Autonomy--the ability to control aspects of our time, tasks and techniques. (2) The opportunity for mastery, and (3) A sense of purpose--a connection to something larger than ourselves."

That was taken from my 'Painters Keys' newsletter this morning.  And today all three points were aligned in perfect places!  I ran over to the studio first thing in the morning and was able to do some fast work on the borders of the 'Four Turkeys' piece.  They had been all cut out and pinned before I left last night but I was so dreading the machine work to batten them down, but for once it went like clockwork.  I started on my signature but thought I could put off the '..ndy' until tomorrow.  It's embroidered in purple.  Then I get to figure out how to layer it, but perhaps I will simply REFERENCE layering it-  seems to be acceptable these days with the new SAQA definition.

A few hours later I was out of there and on my way again to Boca to get some alterations done on the wedding attire, 5.0!  (Some of the others have been returned, some I have grown out of, some just aren't appropriate, so we are now on the fifth version and I think this one will stick.)  While I was sailing through Saks I slide the Dries van Noten section and nearly had a convulsion they were so beautiful.  I Thought I found 6.0, the most perfect dress ever built but fortunately it looked like hell on my short body. But I fondled it in the dressing room for so long that the woman who locked me in there came to check.
Two examples I tried on~

Both gorgeous prints of palms and sea and blown up toile pictures.  They looked like hell on me, pr more probably I looked like hell in them!.  Drat.

I'm not getting much joy out of shopping these days because my best shopping friend (among many other attributes) has lost a good portion of her vision and is in the hospital undergoing more tests to get to the bottom of it.  Everything I look at I want to call her up and tell her how hideous or how beautiful or tell her to feel the fabric or laugh our heads off at how it...looks...  My heart is broken for her-  she is an artist and an avid reader, as well as having a job in a museum.  I am so dying to see her next week, but she isn't seeing anyone yet-  the enormity of this hideous turn of events has her stopped in her tracks.  Imagine, just imagine losing your sight overnight.   I'm so sad for her.