Today was a snow day. I have spent it being lazy, for the most part, but I did manage to squeeze in enough productive time to finish a series of watercolors. Mixed media? I don't know what to call them. Pencil, colored pencil, and watercolor pieces. They've been languishing for weeks now, and it was satisfying to wrap up a project. They're a gift for a friend. Each is a letter, and the four of them together spell "Maya." The recipient said he'd frame them, which would be cool. I don't think anyone has ever framed my work before. Well, I've framed my work before, but that doesn't count.

I've also been passing my time by poking around at interior design stuff, both in books and online. This is how I vent my excitement about moving. Sometimes DIY bloggers make me want to learn how to be handy, but then realizing that I don't know my way around Home Depot deters me. This project, however, seems accessible even for me! Aren't these just the cutest little kind-of-industrial stools ever?

Let me tell you about last weekend.

I started Saturday off right by being a docent at a historic home. I used to give tours there when I was in high school, but I hadn't been back in ages. They were desperately in need of docents for this event, and I signed up. It was much as I remembered it-- not surprisingly, the history of the house hasn't changed significantly in the past few years. I like old places with worn wood floors.

Saturday evening saw me hooping at a spin jam in Takoma Park. It had a pajama party theme. It's been too long since I hooped with other people. I made a couple tentative connections, and I may soon be hooping with other people on a regular basis. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

(By the way, I don't think I ever followed up on how that hooping gig went a couple weeks ago. It was fun. I ended up being in the crowd rather than on the stage, but that's OK. I got to lead a parade. Here, have some pictures, courtesy of Brightest Young Things. There are a couple more here, too.)

Sunday, I went to see a play at The Studio Theatre. It's called The Motherfucker with the Hat. It was heavy, powerful, realistic stuff. The run has been extended through March 24th, and I think it's worth seeing if you're in the DC area. It's full of unhappy people trying to sort out their lives and messing each other up in the process. I don't think I cried-- its sadness was chronic rather than acute. I wanted to give the main character a hug, but he probably wouldn't have wanted one.