I did work in the studio on Day 17. I tried printing some goldenrod from the mountains through the press, like I did with my hydrangeas. Let's just say, it looked like someone vomited on the paper. Bleeeeck. But, hey, what's a little ink puke to stand in the way of creativity? Suffice to say that I DID work all day to make something of the mess and MAYBE have something worth showing you. But not yet. Sorry.
What happened next? Family life. College visit. Grocery shopping and cooking dinners. Church, Project Runway, cookouts with friends and wine on the porch. Good stuff. But not art.
And I'm ok with that. I'm impressed that I made it 17 days straight, since I have never been very good at good habits. It's all fodder and fertilizer for the creative garden.