The bus was crowded this morning so I already had a seatmate when I boarded. That meant less wiggle room to paint my face so I settled down and decided I’d blog instead.
I’m trying to get into the habit of writing my blogpost during the commute to work so that I don’t end up scurrying to post at the end of the day. It sure beats the urge to succumb to the urge to nap. I know it gives me a chance to catch up on some shut-eye, but it doesn’t necessarily help at a time so close to when I just got out of bed. Instead of being up and about when I step off the bus, there are times when I find myself yawning from the deep sleep that the rocking of the bus brings me to.
No rain today but still cold. I’m lugging two umbrellas back to the office because I’ve managed to take all of them home the various days I came to the city unprepared for rain. That’s the girl scout in me: “Laging handa” (or “always ready”) as they say. (I try to be.)
My “me” time at night has shrunk considerably because my little guy is now on a later bedtime. It means tucking him in later as well. For my part, I’m trying not to go beyond the midnight hour if I can help it so that my body doesn’t end up protesting too much when the alarm rings. Gone are the days when I’d slip under the sheets before 4am and get up at 6:30 to beat the traffic from San Juan to Makati. Age has caught up with me. I can still make do with 5 hours of sleep, but anything less than that and I stop operating at 100%.
Still, I try to make my evenings productive by zeroing in on a single task to complete, and if there is extra time (and I still have the energy), I add a thing or two. I cook dinner most nights and do homework if not check what’s been done by the tyke on his own, and then I take charge of scrubbing him clean before bed time. There are days when the Dad gives him a bath, but most days, it’s me and the kid. By the time I’m done, it’s past 10pm.
That’s when I try to check my mail, prepare swaps, gather art supplies, maybe paint a background or two, or when I can, write a letter longhand. I owe some penfriends a reply which I will have to schedule now because the list is getting long. I hate responding curtly because it negates the whole purpose of taking pen and paper to write. Sometimes there are letters I’m raring to write but somehow the words just won’t come. Unlike blogging which comes spontaneously, letter writing to me is a more deliberate effort but something I cherish because I know my words physically make it to the hands of the recipient. (That thought made me smile.)
I was busy cutting up owl parts from paint chips while watching reruns of Criminal Minds. Something I’m doing for some handmade cards I am assembling.
Owls — they grow on you. I had googled for templates because of a Partner Name ATC swap at Swap-bot.com (render the name of the participants in an ATC relevant to their profile), and one of the participants was into the Grateful Dead and owls. I didn’t know how I would render the Grateful Dead in an ATC but I sure could try an owl collage. And was I surprised to find a ton of resources and patterns to choose from, although most of them were meant for patchwork or appliques. I picked two patterns and came up with these:
One is rendered via software and another was clearly drawn. I have a preference for the drawn template and have printed (and sometimes traced) the pieces on the back of paint chips – the kind you find at hardware stores displaying paint swatches, etc. I love working with paint chips when I can because first of all, they’re FREE, and second, the paper quality is good cardstock although some surfaces don’t lend themselves well to laser printing.
I just cut, I didn’t assemble any. I tucked them away in a spare envelope and will work on a card later. (I might even try using this template with polymer clay another time as a souvenir idea just hit me for the first birthday of my precious niece, Andreanna Lux, or “My Andeng” as I call her affectionately.) And of course a tutorial will follow in the craft blog if and when that piece is done.