I finally finished the second Stitch-It Kit pillowcase last night - I mainly wanted to practice my French knots but they're still looking pretty sub-par. :) Oddly, instead of getting tired of the whole pillowcase thing, I found myself thinking of new ideas, so I bought a couple more on sale yesterday.
I may just give up on the French knots and just accept that they're not my specialty... :) Lately I've been thinking of Frida Kahlo's paintings, and I sketched one today while on lunch at work. Who knows, that might be the next theme for something... I love how vibrant she was, how unique and how proud of her culture. I read today about her disliking the city and hinting at that in her paintings.
Living in New York, I often think of two of her paintings, one where she stands on the border between Mexico and the United States, and the other where her dress hangs between the two. In both, her image of the city is everything I see here: overflowing trash, grime, dull skyscrapers, and electric lights. I suppose I long for green things the way she longed for the desert and Mexico. Mostly I long for that feeling of nature, of being closer to (if not totally enveloped in) natural things. And the smell of New York in the summer. Sigh. They don't put that in movies. :)