Tag: art

in which I am anxiety making

The house is a clean but cluttered wreck lately; there are arts and crafts supplies literally everywhere. Studio in town be damned, I need the ability to work immediately and constantly, and it is eating up our lives and living spaces. I’m not kidding when I tell you that the Craftsy filming can’t come soon enough, although also, I could…

on art, being terrible, and the beginner’s mind

I’m waiting for 4 pm so that I can get busy with a call with one of the Craftsy folks I’m working alongside right now; we’re working on scripting this week, which is more fun than it sounds like, really, especially the second time around. I’ve been testing dye recipes this week, which is exactly as messy, fun, and occasionally…

on soap and looting

The front door has been inundated with packages for the last few days- orders for the upcoming class, mostly, although some soap supplies, too. I’d sent out sample bars to some folks who bravely volunteered to test for me, and I’ve been going over their notes and making minor adaptations. Thanks so much to everyone who offered to test out…

in which there is a small announcement and a little music

The last few days have been a bit hectic; things have been falling into place in the best sort of way, comfortable and tidy, but there’s been a lot of adjusting to do and that’s all a little exhausting. I don’t expect things to let up- in fact, I expect them to get tighter, busier as the next few months progress-…

in which there is anticipation (and pizza)

The crickets are out and the dogs are fed; the cats are quietly pushing at their bowls in the corner of the kitchen, trying to manifest more food now that they’ve finished the clearly inadequate dinner I just gave them. My hands smell like cedarwood oil: I’ve been dabbing it on my spindles and needles this afternoon, along the hoosier…

in which I’m playing hooky

I should be at work right now, but work tonight is coloring in some grown-up coloring books, so I think sneaking out to post a little color inspiration is okay. Feeling nostalgic and mellow tonight. I’d say more, but there’s just so much coloring to be done, friends. Later, though. Always later. Also, can anybody believe it’s June tomorrow?

in which this thing is still happening

There is clematis in our front yard. There’s a real joy to moving into a place in the winter; you’ve no idea what’s been planted before you’ve gotten there, and spring is a bit of a surprise; we have irises on the side of the house, daffodils in the far corner, and surprise! NOT morning glories, but clematis going gangbusters…

in which there is an attempt at commitment

Folks talk about Wednesdays being the WORST, but for me, Tuesdays offer up the greatest challenge. Mondays are terrific, full of promise and excitement and plans, and Wednesdays are my half- way point- almost home free! By Thursday I can almost smell the weekend and I’m starting to plan out time with Sam and friends, and hell, then Friday comes and…

in which we talk around and about fear

When I logged on this afternoon I had intended to lay down the bones of the skin care post, but two sentences in that just felt wrong- dishonest in a “well, this isn’t what I’m here for today” kind of way. If you write, you know what I mean: it’s a bit like being in a conversation where all you’re actually accomplishing…