Looking a little different around here isn’t it?
I hope you like it.
That’s my Marlana -my brother’s girlfriend- on the front page. Wearing my favorite pale rose silk & cotton blouse.
Alexis took that first photo. Jana took the next one. Alexis took the third. I feel quite blessed having photographers turn into darn fine friends along the way.
My pal Charles Floyd made my vision of a logo come to life. He did so in exchange for, in part, a custom negligee – at least – that’s the bonus I offered and he said, “You bet!” He’s been referring to himself as belonging to “The Order of the Snapping Garter” for the last month. He tickles me pink – and he’s married to one of the best and most authentically charming women I know.
Sir Marc explained the problems and issues with the infuriating and confusing world of web design and updating and carrying on -and then he fixed them & made the magical coding work out.
My girlfriend gave me feedback and wild encouragement and put up with my distracted tip tapping on the computer.
The switch got thrown and things changed about. Like all change – I scrambled to rectify and get my bearings; nothing to do but swim fast & hard & hope you don’t forget something vital.
I’m grateful and things are simplified.
I thought I’d list my gratitudes this evening. My way of celebrating taking a step forward.
Here we go:
This picture of Marlana with my brother, who’s looking like my dad. And happy. And sweet. Every time I look at it I get soppy.
A nest to land in.
A wee community of people who are kind and loving.
A new bike that made & makes me feel capable.
Dogs to walk.
The finest fall Coloradans tell me they can remember.
A loving family.
A hilarious talk with my grandmother Sapphire.
Laughing until I cried watching Vega getting her comeuppance with a clawless tom cat.
that the path goes onward.
For a moment I thought I might go all turquoise and chili pepper and maybe sunshine yellow so bright it hurts the third eye.
Color has found me but not the way I thought it would. Just like life.
I’m setting about to allow myself room in my soul. It’s a chore. Pulling illusion of hurdles out of my own hands.
I’ve been listening to The Civil Wars on repeat. I steal all the best music like a magpie.
These days: Wearing life a bit gentler. Curves a bit softer. Making allowance for myself and pots.
Pottery is my exercise in detachment. Never used to understand the idea that that word could be a prayer. I throw a bit of mud and sometimes it stands up like I imagined it would. If it’s glazed well and fired right I have a piece that functions to hold and sustain – then it’s a beautiful accident. There are so many steps and so many hands that touch a fragile thing.
That seems to be true of all of life. Fiber and fabric and stitches too. Happy accidents and also sometimes all to purpose – I dream it and cut it and drape it and sew it and finish it just right and it is glory.
Making small and purposeful changes around UA. I’ll show you soon?