This has just been one of those weeks when everything has pretty much sucked. Monday? Sucked. Tuesday? Tuesday
really sucked. Wednesday? I had a ton of meetings, and also it sucked. Yesterday? Started out like it was going to be okay, but then descended into suck. Today? Exhausting, erratic, more fun than the previous days (everyone at work apparently got the "inappropriate for work Friday" notice, which at least made the day interesting), but still pretty well punctuated with suck. To make it even more fun, the majority of my local buddies were also experiencing Crappy Week week, so I couldn't even wallow in misery.
Please don't even ask about Tuesday, though.
However, today was different, because today was February, and, like my sister, I have embarked upon a perhaps misguided effort to make something every day this month. This meant two things: a trip to Michael's for some supplies (which was facilitated by the fact that I sat on the edge of my tub this morning creating a list of completely random stuff I could make over the course of the month), and the incredibly painful act of making my first thing.
I decided on a self portrait. Well, more like 2.5 self portraits. Here are some of the things that make these particular self portraits particularly excellent:
- I don't actually look like any of them.
- Looking at yourself that closely for that long really draws attention to all seven signs of aging that they mention in those skin care product advertisements. Note how this is particularly clear from my depictions of the dark circles under my eyes. Did I mention that this week sucked?
- I used to be pretty good at this.
Top this off with the fact that I couldn't find the cable that makes my camera talk to my computer (I have a sneaking suspicion that it may have been an unfortunate victim of the great Division of the Goods), and, well, it kinda sucks.
So yes. It's a rather inauspicious beginning to a month of craftiness, but that's okay. I have...ideas. And I do believe rather sincerely that if I can execute successfully on even one or two of those ideas, I will be most satisfied with the outcome of the month. There are a couple in particular that I am pretty excited about. Conveniently, the exhibitionist element of blogging means that you all get to watch as I spiral downward into a dark place where arts and crafts dare not show their faces.
I also feel compelled to mention that I've just discovered that my roasted acorn squash has gone bad.
Awesome.
I think the Schmitty and I are both having one of those weeks where, come Tuesday, you're already tired enough to wonder why it isn't Friday. Compound this with a certain amount of work frustration on the part of the boy today, and you end up with today's song.
