GULP.

Life is ironic, yes?  I was talking with friends recently about how they felt stuck in their art projects, and I was busy tossing out ideas and advice with ease.  Oh yeah, so easy to dish that stuff out. 

Then yesterday I brought home many additonal small pieces of bright-colored wool to complement the delicious-but-dull colors I already had for my own new rug project. 

Very exciting, right?...until I gathered all the wool into one huge pile and sorted it all by color and value, resulting in this:

Holy crow!  NOW WHAT?  I have no idea where to begin. 

I won't use all those colors, certainly, but how to tell which ones to hook?

Dishing out advice is so easy...as long as it's not me who needs it!

I am going to tinker with the rug design this weekend and have committed to pulling at least six loops...I gotta do something to get my self started or I'll just stay frozen in place.

Later:  Managed to get some preliminary redesign done on the rug after writing the above.  Hooking will begin tomorrow.  It will.  Yes.  It will.  Even if only six loops.  Even if I pull them all out later.  Work will begin. 

I'm still having a raging debate within myself about whether to traditionally hook or punch hook the rug.  Will probably go with traditional approach to start.

Tonight I experimented with a few more new tangles.  Not great art, but great fun!  Below is "Moving Targets" on the left, and "Arabel" on the right.

And just above is "Showgirl" on the left and "Twile," (aka "Stoic") on the right.

Very calming to do the above--got my mind off the intimidating rug.  Phew.

Guess I'm experiencing a time honored tradition of Fear of Beginning.

"I still believe that at any time the no-talent police will come and arrest me." (Mike Myers)

"I am no artist.  Please come and help me."  (Michaelangelo to his assistant)

Makes me wonder if Rumi was always this brave:
"Forget safety.  Live where you fear to live.  Destroy your reputation.  Be notorious."
(Rumi)