Making Lace

It happens that I frequently write journal entries, but they usually say the same things, day in, day out, and year in, year out, with some things specific to the day, on occasion.  I weep in them and I laugh, because that's how my days go.  Sometimes I can’t say for sure if I’m happy or really down. 

I could throw my writing away, but a better idea is to combine the things I love – art, Yiddish, and writing, all together.   I write words, mostly in Yiddish, on top of the words I’ve just written.  You can’t read them, and I can’t either.  All of them are called “Making Lace”.  I’ve lost track of how many, so I assign them random numbers. I have several examples already in this blog, but here’s today’s.   Making Lace, 15