The Zombie trance lasted all morning. It broke when I stopped for lunch. In that time, I made 7 Zombie Hen Potholders and my dark side seemed to emerge as I sewed. With each potholder their teeth became sharper and their claws longer. I was in the Zombie trance.
Lunch with Mandy and Athena at the Round House seemed to bring me back to myself. When I got into the studio again, I sewed the potholders together (complete with plaid apple backs) and now they’re ready to find their place in the world.
By the way, our chickens, who inspired the Zombie Hens, are doing pretty good these days. They got chicken soup for lunch (after we left it on the stove when the wood was delivered and it shrunk down to smelly chicken glop) and are enjoying the warm temperatures (high 30’s today) even if they’re still not venturing out of the coop.