commitment & magic burritos

commitment...Isn't that getting sent to Wingdale (NY) or Milledgeville (GA)..I'm sure every state has one, the famed nuthouse.
My mother used to say "You kids are going to drive me to Wingdale!" and I'd smart off and say "Give me the car keys".


No, this is a different kind of  commitmen- the kind that makes me feel like someone is chasing me around the paddock, bridle in hand, but I'll get over it.

A map, compass and destination are good things sometimes.  Since I've been a rudderless boat lately I've signed up for a class - Jude Hill's "Cloth Whispering - the Magic Diaries" and before I really even know what's going on I'm rummaging through the cloth, new and old, to see which ones will be a part of the process.

I've set a side a growing group of pieces that will not be coming to my dance and have decided to share them like this. Each roll has 8 to 10 layers each piece approximately 3" by 18" or more - damask, huck, muslin, broadcloth, all chose for that certain spark that sets things off. Some edges are torn and others cut. As smaller pieces get used up, I'll be substituting other pieces of cloth.

I'll be posting them for sale here

signs

One of the many reasons why I love my husband.

When I stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen this morning this was on the table...darling, the coffee was weak this morning but the magic was strong. thank you.

An overnight guest entertained the cat posse from a safe resting spot on the kitchen ceiling.

I took her outside where she shivered in my hand for a long minute reading the lines on my palm with apparent excitement....



and then flew away to get on with her Luna day.

done for now

Some for building with, some for sharing...I'm glad, for the moment to not have cloth hanging around waiting to be worked on. Many of these will be further transformed but for now I want to refocus on making something out of all this raw material.

There are projects to work on, deadlines looming, backburner ideas that are beginning to smoke and a change of pace is called for.

morning filled with color

The morning is filled with color and promise, started this time yesterday in certain faith that this world and the people in it - (although we, most all of us, need some work) - would still be spinnin' and scratchin' today.

 

I am grateful that my new neighbors are early risers/doers. They put two large cages full of parakeets out in the yard yesterday and someone is hard at work power washing the Florida room they lived in at the same time I am hosing  and bashing pots out on our deck.

TGIF

It's DONE and so am I.
Disconnecting now!

What sort of party will you be going to tomorrow night?