Tag: color

in which promises are fulfilled

WHO WANTS TO DYE WITH ME? FRIENDS, the rainbow explosion has happened again. You can find my second Craftsy class, Next Steps in Yarn Dyeing, right here*, and that link actually gives you 25% off because you’re a blog reader and that is special to me. (*Mandatory legal language cut and paste: Get 25% off the full retail price of select…

in which I mostly show, don’t tell

You remember I was talking about that class, right? That class I just don’t really stop talking about? It’s still coming. Probably sooner than you’re expecting. I am so excited to share this with all of you. This time around, we worked in an actual kitchen studio which really helped- I maybe, possibly, potentially, DEFINITELY tried to fit way too much…

it’s not heavy metal, it’s punk rock

All right, enough about family dysfunction and on to something far more punk rock: I visited Still River Fiber Mill this afternoon to talk fiber processing rates/turnover times, to pick up some dyes for the upcoming Craftsy class, and for general tomfoolery purposes. I’ve been a fan of their heavy-metal-free Greener Shades dyes since they were introduced- they’re free of…

in which we are here

I get to live here. That’s what I was thinking, listening to Cloud Cult on the drive this afternoon, looking to take today’s palette photo. The weather is just turning sharp this week, and I’m taking everything in before true winter sets to work. It doesn’t feel as though it’ll be long now.

we all know which side we’re on

In truth, I haven’t felt terribly inspired this week. I’ve felt sad, and nostalgic, angry, and a little frightened. Mostly sad. I have spent the week thinking about some of the places that shaped me in my twenties- the Rainbow Room (which closed so long ago they don’t even have a page, damnit), the Lighthouse, my stray nights at the…

in which there is nothing to fear

I’ve always loved the doctrines of impermanence and emptiness. They are confounding, confusing, and incredibly direct, going right to the heart of our deepest fears, finding our soft spots and pressing them, pressing us and asking us to fully live in this present moment, to realize the immediate. It’s a challenge, but a welcome one.

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 a little experimentation

MDSW was good. Strange for us, of course— we were visitors this year, both locals and not- so- locals, holed up in a sweet little Air BnB with old friends in a town we both spent nearly a decade living beside. Surreal is probably a good word. Maryland gave us a wet welcome, but turned it out for the show; a…

in which there are very few surprises

Hey, friends! Remember when I told you that when my Craftsy class went live I’d tell you, and you wouldn’t be able to miss it? TODAY IS THAT DAY. You can find my class right here, y’all. HAPPY, HAPPY DAY, and thanks so much for being such an awesome cheering squad. You’re the best! (Hey, want to see a preview?…

in which I give things away

So now that I’ve talked about my fears a little, I should tell you that they’ll all come to a head this month. IT’S COOL. I AM COOL. At least as cool as I get, which, depending on who you ask is either incredibly not at all cool or you know, relatively chill. Awww, friends, it’s going to be terrific.…