Pizza and Donuts

The pizza is slowly progressing and I have been binging on Netflix. I have decided that I don't want to buy any more embroidery floss unless I absolutely need to. I have two packed, but organized, drawers full of embroidery floss. I would like to get that down to one drawer. With that goal in mind, some of the colors I am choosing to use are not my first choice; they are what I have.

This sounds like fodder for a drunken argument among artists: Should you compromise in the making of your work?

Here is my progress.

I also started thinking about other circular foods, which lead to a trip to LaMar's for donuts. I found out there are not that many donuts left at a donut shop on a Saturday at Noon.

I was looking at the remaining donuts left in the glass case, trying to decide which would translate best to embroidery, while this little girl basically acted out all of my thoughts. She marched around me, clapping her hands, chanting, "Donuts! Donuts! Donuts!" Then, she pressed her face up against the glass case and started pointing, "Look at that one! Look at that one, there!" And, I looked, but I was having a really tough time because there was this noise distracting me. I looked over my shoulder and that's when I realized it was the little girl's mother screaming at her to get away from the glass. The mother saw me looking at her and said, "I'm sorry." It took me a moment to realize that she was apologizing for her daughter.

I bought the donuts the little girl pointed out. I brought them home, photographed them, then ate one and shared the other.