It’s 2am and I have finally reached the end point of gathering all the data, inserting all the things, shaking my fists, swearing up a storm, jumping with glee, almost giving up, hitting brick wall after brick wall… but I finally reached the finish line. And just in time. I set this sort of arbitrary… Continue reading Shop’s Open!
It’s been a YEAR. My studio has become dusty and filled with items that do not belong there. Like legos. And someone else’s banana peels. I’ve been going through some major self awareness stuff and it’s just taken a lot out of me. I am not one to share struggles, or anything that is hard… Continue reading Autistic Rising
I don’t know about you, but I find myself still wondering when we can get back to normal. And it doesn’t matter how much I hear and read that there never will be a going back to normal, not all of me can adjust to that reality. I don’t want to. I mean, who DOES… Continue reading Creating Space
I’m constantly asking myself this. The world is in a holding pattern. At times I do lament how things were. But then I’m quickly reminded of all that is still intact AND sacred in my life. And I’m then reminded that change is fine. It’s good even. It’s ok. The kids haven’t been in school… Continue reading What next?
That’s all I do. The end. Ok, that’s not the end. My mask creations have all been donated to medical workers, nursing homes, my island neighbors. My favorite part about making these is using up scraps of fabric I’ve had for ages. And I get to release the tension of the day of not feeling… Continue reading Mothering and Mask Making
I recently saw an article about botanical artists being a dyeing breed. I say "saw" because I skimmed it. It made me both sad, ache, & wonder all at once. But especially wonder because I've been so drawn to botanicals for most of my life. I paint them and I practice the ancient art of… Continue reading A Day with Glass Flowers
Dear lord, the role and faces this rug has taken on. For a few years I've been searching for just the right rug. But that was actually before children. And now that I've got two, I understand why I need to walk away from the most gorgeous wool yellow and peach oriental area rug I've… Continue reading Braided Rag Rug
My mom taught me cross stitch when I was 12. I no longer have that first little bunny sampler I did. But I do have every one I did after. I was 15 & started it while visiting my sister one summer in New Jersey. I was obsessed with tropical fish at that time in… Continue reading 27 Years of Cross Stitch
I knew this would be the sweetest feeling. To see my babies, hold them & smell them & notice how they'd changed in 2 weeks. I decided while I was away, 2 weeks was too long. And painful. But seriously, mom's need an f-ing break. A break from making decisions, care taking, and putting herself… Continue reading Home Coming
Just one more back strap weaving community. A famous wood carver. And the largest tree in the world. This is what our last full day was filled with. And speed bumps. All of the speed bumps. I'm not going to lie. By this day, I was exhausted. In so many ways. I missed my family… Continue reading One last adventure: day 13