It's about this time in a new work, maybe ten hours into it, and especially one that has a lot of noodling and do-dads and little picky designs and textures like this one, that I scratch my head and wonder out loud, "What were you thinking?" I know, well I . . . hope . . . this one will be a winner when done, but might be questioning myself on the background as I work on it over the course of this week (my dinning room rug kindly offered me the reference while one of the roaming neighborhood felines did the rest).