I have been a bit lost since I finished my Promise of Pills series. It didn’t help that we moved across the country to a place I didn’t want to go. (The Air Force gave us orders to England and cancelled them. They replaced England with Oklahoma–I cried for 3 days.) The truth of my life right now is that the military has a tremendous influence on my happiness. I didn’t enlist, but my job, my children, my depression, my address, my almost-everything is dictated by the US Armed Forces. My truest art comes from this experience.
Every time I stitch a military-themed picture, I’m taking back my control. I’m trying to claim my own honor and dignity for the sacrifices I make. I don’t get medals for campaigns, but I live my life to help David achieve his. I do this gladly, but I’m frickin’ ready to sew my own damn badge of honor!
Anyway, please pretend I mounted this on the canvas and that I took a decent picture of it. I’ve got a lot of stitching to do right now and I can’t wait to share it. My newest joy is hand spinning my own wool floss.