These colors.  These foamy sea-whipped colors!

Close your eyes and listen ... do you hear the ocean calling?  No?  Pity.  I hear and see the ocean so many times in the course of an ordinary day.  It pulls and tugs at me - beckoning.  My daydreams have me living in a cottage by the sea.


But for today, there are leaves to rake and statuary to uncover, and no pounding surf in sight.

I've never started these chores in March, but the "winter" seems to be over, and the earth's bounty is beginning to unfold.  Tulips crocus and allium are stretching, yawning and shaking off the ground cover.

I've pulled out my best spring knitting - I'll stop complaining about the non-winter of 2012 now and get busy.  Life on life's terms. 

It's impossible to find anything to complain about here.

pelagianism

-belief in the basic goodness of Nature, including human nature. . . named for a heretic of the fifth century named Pelagius.

A hand crafted button, fashioned from vintage kimono silk, appliqued, beaded and stuffed - looking for a new home.

The cotton Ipad case, quilted and lined, where the button now resides.  

A little linen vessel, waiting for its filling ... Koigu will do nicely, yes?

My dear friend Becky once called me 'Johnny Appleseed'.  She was attempting to soothe me as I was moving, again, and had to leave my beloved gardens behind. She reminded me that I created gardens wherever I went - a purpose that I needed to value, to embrace.  This old fabric came to me a long time ago and asked to be utilized -

The selvage says that it is a Waverly print from the 50's.  It probably came from my Aunt Josephine's collection.

Now that fabric bags are sprouting throughout the house, I find that I cannot stop adding to the collection!  It is a joy to work through my formidable stash, reacquainting myself with pieces long hidden away.  I am in the midst of a great Un-Cluttering!  (The garbage receptacles are groaning at the end of the driveway!)  

riverlove

My daughter and I went up on the railroad bridge -

Below, the water had taken on a new appearance - blue and green and grey and teeming with life.  

The air had that fine clear edge of spring - 

My daughter is the best company!  And yes, she is wearing the headband that I made for her.   

This old river has a life force that rises and falls with the tides.  It is home to a vast array of creatures, both mammal and aquatic.  I feel lucky to be included in that mix.

maiden voyage for the madtosh

Finish this last hot water bottle sweater and then you can reward yourself with something delicious - something egg yolk yellow, to match the tulips and the Saturday sunshine that is streaming through the glass doors.

If you could read my mind this morning, you would have heard me bargaining with myself!  I am trying so hard to adhere to my newly appointed rule, which is: to finish one project before rewarding myself with a new one! Can you see why I've wavered?

These skeins are opulently saturated beauties.  The colors are so dreamy that I cannot wait for one more hot water bottle sweater moment!  

I actually hid them from myself when they arrived over a month ago.  


It was one of those days where you find yourself flitting among your Stuff ... dust a little here, piece a little there, skein some yarn, wash some dishes, give the dog his pills.

Don't ask me why he has dragged a tissue out to the bay plant.  Maybe he's saving it until I walk away.  And then he'll inhale it.  The pills make him extra goofy - I wonder if he is experiencing dog hallucinations.

 My thoughts have been drifting toward the stack of seed catalogs that threaten to take over the countertops. It's too early to plant, but I've consoled myself by bringing out the botanical plates.  Now I can see why I need to put the dark dinnerware away!  Oppressive!

There's another little bag - they keep popping up all over the place!

As fast as I make them, they disappear.  Everyone loves bags.

needful

Should I explain?  I just NEEDED them.

The promise of Spring, wading in a glass jar.

A new hat for a dear friend, because she NEEDS one.

Weekly reading material ...

I'd be lost without it.  The love, warmth and companionship of this One - I so need!

in the sewing room

Many beloved photos surround me in the place where I create.  My parents were younger in this image than I am today.

My babies -

They both had the most beautifully round and apple-like heads!  No cones in this gene pool!


Have you ever used a contractor's trash bag?  They are huge and super strong and I filled four of them to capacity this weekend.  I finally found the courage and the energy to THROW OUT items that I no longer use/need.  And yes, this included fabric.  Hard to believe.  My resolve wavered when I came across these bags -

This collection of snippets and bits represents nearly 12 years of quilt making.  I used to save every scrap and after a quilt was completed I would bag up the remnants.

I really wish that a collage/portrait/mosaic fiber artist would step forward and claim all of this fiber-y fortune.  I am attached to it and unable to toss it, although I know that I will never use it.  And believe me, it's taking up my precious space!

Many bloggers like to post images of glamorous newly-stacked fabric.  I admire those shots, but here is what happens when I get busy...

Nothing ordered or pretty about it!

My mind likes linear patterns.  My heart seeks the circular.  And everything gets very confusing when I attempt to clean up, to put to order, my sewing space so that I might choose ONE SINGULAR project to work on.  There are too many UFO's calling from every corner.  I finally found something that I could get behind-

Kaleidoscope.  A quilt that will be composed of EVERY piece of fabric that I own.  Those that I don't find agreeable for this piece will be tossed.  I'm quilting heeere!!  (said in my best Ratso Rizzo nasally tone!)

Kaleidoscope is a quilt that will bear my stamp.  It appeals to me enormously in its infancy - a very good sign as we will be spending many hours together.  I can close my eyes and imagine snuggling under its great weight one day.  Will I be able to remember the stories behind some of my fabric selections ... 

A little Oliver and Co balloon dress which is waiting for a sweater - will this be the year?!!

I'm going to do something that I've never done before - I'm going to post a little gift before I send it off tomorrow.  I won't make excuses for myself or my maddening impatient nature.  I will say, however, that you should go away, Suz.  (You know who you are).  Come back on, say, Friday!
I love this so much.

and here -

This was pure joy.  It reminded me, with each knitting session, of why I return to my needles, time and again.

work as love

A snow day - devotional.  I spent hours sewing, creating, taking brisk walks to the bird feeders and throwing snowballs at a goofy knucklehead dog.  His test results revealed a form of Lymes disease and he is taking his gigantic pills in his usual good-natured way.  The pain killers really loosen him up and reveal his dorky side.  At one point this afternoon I came downstairs to find him asleep on his back, all four paws in the air.  He was snoring to beat the band!

 It was a good day to address washing and blocking -

This is SMC's 'Down To Earth Cotton' and I really like it.  The fiber has a creaminess to it that one seldom experiences in natural cotton.  It's certified organically grown and dyed - I like that it feels smooshie and perfect for a baby's tender skin.  

Packing a box to send to a friend - making new bags with vintage 'aprons' -

These activities, this 'work' energized and delighted and filled me with optimism today.  I was completely tuned into my inner world, so transformed that the fading light caught me by surprise, I'd lost track of the hours.  This, I think, is the essence of work = love.