While there are still mountains of dirty snow lining the streets, the large cake on my deck table has shrunk to this size. Maybe by April...
Sunday (was it only yesterday??) was one of those days when I didn't feel like moving. Nonetheless, I made barley & mushroom soup and decided to tackle the NY Times' recipe for scones, which ran on Wednesday. While the Times rarely lets me down on recipes, this one just wasn't fabulous. It was ok, but my goal in life is to make a scone that is as delicious (or almost, anyway) as the scones at Joyce Bakeshop, in Brooklyn near the corner of Vanderbilt and Park Place. I never visit my daughter without stopping for scones and taking them home with me (if there are any left by the time I grey there). So, not satisfied with yesterday's batch, I searched for another recipe. These look more like it, but I haven't had one yet. Saving them till later.
I've been in a funk for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that nothing I throw at the wall pleases me. I took the gray strips to my studio but can't get there till Wednesday to work on them.
That left me with another try at the pink piece I started last month and took off the wall. It's back in process and much better since it has less pink (why do I bother with pink at all??) but it is still not speaking to me.
This is where I left it when I took the pieces down and put them away.
I also understand why so many people use patterns rather than starting from scratch. .Remember paint by numbers? Just fill in the blanks: no angst.