So, first post of the New Year! I hope that 2012 is much better than 2011. Last year was pretty shitty for several personal reasons and on a global scale, I don’t believe many people had a “great year.”
Right now I’m sitting listening to “Writing Excuses,” podcast with Sal. He’s drawing on his new Bamboo Tablet. I’m feeling pretty hopeful for the new year. I’ve got a solid project set-up that I’ll be blogging about, I’ve finished the first Milestone on Rosetta Stone German Level 1 and feel pretty good about my new German skills. Conversations are rough as they’ve mostly been with a computer, but I’m feeling good about this item from my bucket list. I also really am enamored with Rosetta Stone. Expensive? Yes. But worth it! So far I feel so much more confident with my ability to describe items in German and that’s more confident than I’ve felt when learning any language.
My Kindle Fire is a solid addiction, but I’d love to use it for inspiration activities and the creating side of my life. I feel like I haven’t even smashed through the initial using of the Kindle, but that’s ok. Slow introductions are good.
I’m extremely happy with the kindle cover I made for my Grandmother for Christmas, and now I’ll be making a cover for myself and a project Sal requested. I’ll be making a kindle cover out of material from his old denim jacket. I’m excited, and naturally nervous, but since I’ve done it once already, I think I can do it again.
I need to get a better handle on fabrics. Like a painter needs familiarity with paint, I think my weakness is the fabric’s feel, weight, and how to sew it together. I’ve been looking for some literature to help teach me these traits.
This year I’d like to keep track of accomplishments in everything, including what I’m reading. I’ve never read The Hobbit but I think that it’s a perfect book to begin the year with.
It is Sunday. I may be posting some Gawks if I find some great ones. Otherwise, I’ll work on crafting.
YES YES YES to The Hobbit. My Dad read it to my sister and I when we were little and the whimsical words impacted my life so greatly. I reread it last year — it’s still just as magical as it was when I was eight years old and curled up in front of my parents’ woodstove.
xx.