edgy

There seems to be no end to the fear. In my sweetest moments, when all is as it should be, I am somehow able to absorb and transmute that fear into a planar element, into part of the whole, but if I am not consciously in focus or blindsided by some Natural High, the Shadow is there, a razor’s edge. I can only hope to maintain awareness of its presence, and will the blood to flow clear and bright.

wasps nest in my living space

wasp’s nest in my living space

recent gifts

I got a killer package in the mail from vlada who is fucking brilliant and whom I have long had a craft crush on.

There were many things in the box, among them clothes to thrill my daughters, but for me these are the stand-outs:

beast

brooch

what more can I say? (except maybe check out my victorian paisley shawl!)

actually I do have few more words. I was contemplating silk yesterday, as per this post by jude. What do I know of silk? not much… I have little call to the silk road, being of a woolen bent, but as I was driving along the big river, looking at the myriad greys caught in the water’s surface, I realized that perhaps silk is the only fiber that can hold light like water. Worth further meditation, and perhaps experimentation.

postcard mania!

can you believe I am actually going to post?
I have my work routine dialed in; I am away from home for three days out of the week, home four, during which time I catch up my sleep and correspondence, cook, and make stuff. Go to the library, be a mom, you get the picture. Garden a bit…
Working in a pub has its idiosyncracies. Like you have to drink a lot of beer just to be social. I even had to have a pre-shift beer on Father’s Day!
And of course I won’t drive with a buzz, having learned my lesson, a couple times actually (um, I’m a slow learner), so then I have to sit there and knit while the warmth wears away…
making for exceptionally late nights.
I am diligently working on a pair of the simplest socks, in those moments spent in town away from my stash, and I expect I’ll be done with them soon.
Here at home, I am trying to pick crafts that interest the kids, just to spend some time with them. Lately I have been on a postcard kick!

beer and accordians

ingestion

bees

I hear and I forget

In collage, I like to create metaphor with as few elements as possible. The simplicity is refreshing in my world.

I have to end this post with the admission that one of the biggest deterrents to posting lately, and an effective one, obviously, is my crappy camera. I think it is deteriorating, as I used to be able to take a halfway decent picture, but as it gets older, my pictures get shittier…
With my time more limited these days, I have less and less patience for setting up shots. I need to be able to snap and go. A photo-less post is no post at all, and so there you have it. Weeks without a word.
Bear with me, and thank you for those who have.

I solemnly swear….

I finally signed up for Wardrobe Refashion in time, so here goes:
I, Shannon, pledge that I shall abstain from the purchase of “new” manufactured items of clothing, for the period of 4 months. I pledge that I shall refashion, renovate, recycle preloved items for myself with my own hands in fabric, yarn or other medium for the term of my contract. I pledge that I will share the love and post a photo of my refashioned, renovoated, recylcled, crafted or created item of clothing on the Wardrobe Refashion blog, so that others may share the joy that thy thriftyness brings! Signed XXX

4 month pledge