Sketching. Drinking Lavender Earl Grey Tea. Wondering what possessed me to keep an ill-bought bolt of polyester brown chiffon procured when I was a wee 19 year old creature. Don’t judge me. I’ve learned a lot & I can’t stand throwing swaths of any “fabric” away. Even this. What if one day -I just neeeeeed swath after swath of polyhorrible brown crap? I know. It’s never happened. Never.
…but if someone out there wants yards of this stuff – holler.
Scenes from my days – delphinium seeds-
a knit so soft and fine -grey on grey stripes-
A piece of art I bought in Charleston years ago I call it my cup of hope. A wee stone cairn -I love ’em -I do. I’m giving in. I’m a sucker for a rock cairn. Old ones new ones wee ones big ones. Teaching balance – and sometimes – that things fall.
peaches plums and pottery- a good poem-
Through these things I’m finding a little bit of fall inspiration. Including the polyester: wisdom through trial and error & that if things don’t fold and crease and bend and show their natural rumple and roll -then they probly aren’t “natural”. I like a bit of natural. I like a smile line or 10. I like a calloused hand & a bent writing finger. I like to see how things live & mend. More on that later.