Thursday, June 29, 2023
Tuesday, June 27, 2023
Monday, June 19, 2023
Her hair was a rusty brown. Sleek, shiny, and braided to her head from the crown to the ends well past her shoulders. I studied that braid intently. That night, I dreamed about how it was done.
I can't remember the specifics of the dream, but the next morning I hung my head over the side of the bed, brushed out all the knots, and did the thing.
The first time I did it so tight, my eyes tipped up at the corners. My sister is a hair professional and told me that I've done is called an inverted fishtail braid. It wasn't like I could see what my fingers were doing.
Today I gave Lefty a shot at the needle and thread. Give Righty a rest and flex the part of the brain that learns new tricks.
Just the stabbing pavers stitch for now. Slow motion eases the way. It was surprisingly easy enough to be satisfying. I'll save the wrapped rope and knots for Righty.
I have misplaced words during conversations more than I like lately, so I'm pushing the gray matter into new and different situations to keep the grooves from smoothing out.
I've written a Tarot Spread to be included in the new novel. Haven't named it yet. That will come after I use it for a while.
Sunday, June 18, 2023
The shape is ubiquitous, but I never cared for the flat, two-dimensional version. The shape inside the stamped paper lace cut-outs.
The engine of life is so much more complex. The actual, fist-shaped, meat version is unpretty. Brutal looking.
I shouldn't have even started this one, but there's the nature of compulsion.
Some over-use/abuse of my right shoulder (probably pool cleaning related) is causing a distracting level of pain in my right shoulder to fingertips. Stitching, even a few minutes at a time is suspended.
I can talk my keyboard through the motions of getting words on paper. There's that for now.
It's Father's Day. My sons learned from the best.
Friday, June 16, 2023
Except for the nasturtium seeds, everything here came from the big box dead wagon or trash can (I can't dumpster dive anymore. It requires a partner and I don't know anyone willing to do time for stealing dead geraniums.) But if you become a regular, even a browser, the cashier is more likely to cut a deal with you rather than see plants with a little hope thrown in the garbage.
Sometimes, if I'm real quiet, I hear them humming. and grunting. and complaining.
Thursday, June 15, 2023
Sunday, June 11, 2023
I got mine!
(As she congratulates herself on her restraint)
Now to make room in my threadbox. And pesky? I gave away all those cardboard bobbins.
Distant thunder just now. With it, the first rain in weeks! The gardenias have been blooming and dying in one day. I have been carrying gallons to the pumpkins out front and the deck plants. Amen.
I can feel the plants and animals unfurling. Opening. Drinking it in.
Thunder answers. You're welcome.
Friday, June 09, 2023
Wednesday, June 07, 2023
Saturday, June 03, 2023