warm with a breeze, but not really that sunny.
knitwear blocking weather, for sure.
Author Archives: Talitha
it’s in the execution
no amount of effort,
or planning or sweat or worry,
can make any of us perfect by our own doing. no amount
and kids seem to know that.
my son spent days asking his papa and i
what seemed like oddly unconnected questions.
he then announced to us that he was writing
a book titled ‘inventions’.
as he presented us with the beginnings of his manuscript
we recognized
that all his questions had centered around
the book’s first project:
‘the flying table’ complete with an orderly materials list
we congratulated him on a job well begun,
and he replied with a wry smile as he mumbled under his breath,
‘if only it was as easy to make a bike fly’.
if only.
‘questions’ taken from 2:46 of luke.
the capitals
we don’t do colored eggs and bunnies in this house,
at least not on easter weekend.
instead we encourage Hope and Love,
laughter and compassion,
and happy hearts.
we try to keep this up year-round, so when the schools
celebrate things in fun ways, we’re down with it.
most recently celebrated was dr. seuss’ birthday.
that’s when my 9 yr old son
said he needed a
full sized tail that he can wear all day
by first thing the next morning. then what’s a mama to do?
braid one, that’s what.
out of something light and airy like
my only regret is that i looped the long strands i cut,
through his back belt loop, so the tail had to be cut clean off before the faded jeans
got washed and dried that night.
next year i’ll know better.
transformation
oh, how i love it
when things like this
(my very hastily and poorly sketched out idea of colorwork on a sleeve):
turn into things like this:
the actual colors of this lorna’s laces yarn
have to remain under wraps until tnna in may,
but i can tell you that it’s lovely and certainly something
that if i was at all skilled at dying
(which i am not)
i would have chosen to dye up for my very own.
‘skilled’ taken from 35:25 of exodus.
shapes and sizes
i had spread the big bag of wooden beads
out on the kitchen island and begun to sort them
before i realized how gorgeous the light streaming in the windows was.
i am so happy with how these old wooden beads,
salvaged from a hanging screen that was beyond repair,
look in the big glass jars my mum saved
after we ate skads of sweet fruit salad
out of them as children.
i am, admittedly, not much of a cleaner…
so let the spring sorting and regrouping begin!
today…today.
sunshine.
a sharpened #2 pencil,
a new sketchbook waiting to be filled,
and a fresh idea to begin with. ahh.
by the way,
does anybody at all know why a #2 pencil
with the hexagonal sides) feels better in my hands
than any one of the round sided pencils does?
because they do and i’m curious.
sidetracking
this quiet afternoon
felt like a great time to block a recently finished hat.
distractable me, though, got drawn in to the up-close
and personal of the process.
hit the ‘wrong’ setting on my camera and it revealed
the intricacy of the bubbles
as they interacted with the wet yarn.
who knew that the side effect of wet blocking
in bijou basin ranch’s allure fiber wash would be so artistic?
happily, the hat got blocked despite this tangent.
though i hope not to get to wear it,
in all its wooliness,
until next fall.
the warm sunshine today is downright hopeful in that regard.
‘block’ taken from 14:13 of romans.
‘allure fiber wash‘ courtesy of bijou basin ranch.
note: you know me and the strength of my convictions.
i am not one to be swayed by a free little bottle of fiber wash.
end result? i really liked it.
the weather outside
damp and dreary,
but definitely doable.
much preferred to snow at this point.
still, exposed dead grass and washed out sky
are not inspiring.
then, in a little unassuming box, spring arrived.
thanks classic elite.
did you figure out how much we all need
the softness of alpaca
and cheerful
colors just now? exactly right.
nearly wordless wednesday: newness
‘newness’ taken from 7:6 of romans.noted
music.
when you have the chance to make some, you should.
last week my kitchen became a recording studio.
that happens in different ways
with different people
now and again.
i always think that food made
in the same kitchen where music was created
tastes somehow better.
(note: even the smallest studio needs a name.
my new one is ‘the dwelling’.)
so, day one in the dwelling: a little mentoring of my littlest man.
day two in the dwelling: sound check for levels on my ‘instrument’.
day three in the dwelling: relocation to a more permanent spot,
since eating is a regular occurrence in its original location,
which includes the ambiance of discoball lighting.
day four in the dwelling: whatever wonderful thing comes next…