Monday, September 11, 2017

A New Housemate - Tigger

Hadn't realized the empty space in my life until my newly adopted kitty - Tigger - joined the household.  Sitting once again with a kitty on my lap or at least nearby keeping me company while I have my first cup of tea and write my morning pages by the fireplace (albeit electric) has an amazing comfort to it. (Yes, I know, not all of you are cat-enthusiasts, so please bear with me.)

Tigger's previous owner passed away resulting in Tigger's homelessness.  Enter ole soft-touch here, and the rest is history.  Or history in the making:  we just got through a pretty rough first night adjusting to the new owner (moi) and surroundings, after a long drive back to the island.  Neither of us got much sleep last night, so I'm thinking a nap might be in order.

He's also finding some pretty unique hiding places, but luckily doesn't stay hidden very long.  Did learn, though, that getting stuck behind the washing machine and needing assistance getting out probably wasn't the best move.  Oh, and THIS household doesn't permit kitties on the tables.  There definitely is a learning curve here - for both of us.  My current challenge is finding something he will eat.

Tigger on his first trip traveling to the island. 

Island bird-watching is quite distracting and entertaining.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Fresh Starts and Tea Cup Candles

It's September, and at least here in the Salish Sea there is that subtle little nip in the air that tells us autumn is here, or at the very least, fast approaching.  Autumn is also the start of the new school year, which even after all this time brings a smile to my face.  I loved the new notebooks, new pens and pencils, gathering supplies and getting organized, looking forward to new classes. Which begs the questions of relating the season of dying back and readying for winter with new beginnings, but there you have it.

So one my own fresh starts will be renewing my weekly blogs.

In keeping with my Year of Exploration and Discovery (quickly moving into "years" so may need a new title), my plan is to share some of my adventures along this path. I'm having so much fun, I just may need to embrace it for the the remainder of my life.  Giving myself permission to experiment with a variety of crafts is one of the greatest gifts I've ever given myself.  Who knew?

 One of the first things I tried was making tea cup candles.  (You can learn how to do almost anything on the internet!)  I didn't go crazy over buying the "proper" supplies, but learned that soy wax was the way to go for these smaller container candles.  I definitely enjoyed the process, and loved the results (almost all are already given away as gifts), but for any of you reading this who make candles for a living, you have nothing to worry about from this quarter.  I enjoyed it.  But it didn't "grab" me.  However, I will be making a few more for hostess gifts, considering the number of teacups that I own.  It's a lovely way to share them with others.

Monday, January 2, 2017

A New Year - Reflections & Exploration

Almost every blogger in the world will be writing about reflecting on the old year, setting goals for the new year, and generally repeating the annual spate of "shoulds", losing weight, exercising more, and self-improvement.  Yes, it is definitely a great time for reflection, but I prefer to be a bit gentler with myself about the whole thing.

My word for this year, in keeping with my Year of Exploration and Discovery, is simply: EXPLORATION.  And since it's MY word, I can interpret that however I want.  I already know it includes art, and crafts, and classes.  Perhaps it will include new ways to exercise and keep my body healthy.  It may even involve travel, although that hasn't been intriguing to me for awhile.  I might even explore new book genres.

The reflection part is wonderfully told in:
Reflecting on the New Year by Beth Meredith & Eric Storm of Create The Good Life.  The article is about meditation, but all I could think about while reading it was that it expressed the epitome, for me, of writing my morning pages. (They do list journaling as a form of meditation, I might add.) They are my daily link to:

take us deeply into ourselves, encouraging us to go beyond our habitual thoughts and explore new terrain. Here we may uncover truths that have eluded us, or unearth a cache of new possibilities that has been quietly, patiently waiting to be found. Through this process of discovery we can become unstuck, inspired and, just possibly, wiser. 

 I'm always surprised at what seemingly magically appears on the pages as I write each morning. Although initially used to just clear my brain of daily trivia and worries, occasionally gems appear while writing that are creative, almost inspired at times; connections that I simply didn't consciously make before.  I love these moments when I am holding the pen, but it is almost as if another person was dictating ideas.  This may be one of the important sources of DISCOVERY for my year.  At any rate, it is also a wonderful venue for using all of my fountain pen collection!  The flow of ink onto the page with a fountain pen is rhythmic, soothing, and definitely part of the meditative process for me.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

A Year of Exploration and Discovery

On my birthday this year, I gifted myself with a Year of Exploration and Discovery. For this next year I don't have to only weave baskets. I give myself full permission to take classes in or otherwise investigate, say, wood turninrg, scrimshaw, sculpting, sprang or nalbinding. There will be no guilt in dabbling, learning, playing, making less than beautiful pieces of art. 
That was about as far as I thought, just a year of discovery, until I read this blog: 

Perhaps I'm really trying to find my authentic artistic voice. I thought I had found it in weaving in bound weaves:
But maybe, deep down, I'm seeking something entirely different. Some medium may be calling my name for this next stage in my artistic life. Or not. I won't know until I face the fear of, what? Failure? Imperfection? 

Let's find out!

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Bear With Me

Found a cute 8" bear in my stash. What else could I possibly do but weave him a backpack?? Western red cedar, waxed linen and waxed cotton.  That's the good news. Bad news is now everyone wants one!

Friday, November 18, 2016

Blending a Love of Beads and Baskets

I love to bead.  I love to weave baskets.  What would be better than to blend the two?  Several Indian tribes are renowned for their beaded baskets, the Paiutes in particular. They truly inspired me.

So for my own, personal take on this, I decided to use Delica beads, size 11.  Both of the following baskets started with a 9 pointed star (symbol of the Baha'i Faith).  One was made over a rather crude pine needle basket:
 My next attempt was beaded over a small lattice twined basket:

So what now?  A much larger lattice-twined basket, of course!

Monday, October 3, 2016


Dear Readers,

Yes, I know, I've been missing in action.  I honestly thought I was not going to blog anymore.... at all.  Come to find out - I miss it!  And You!  So I'm back, but still sorting out what posting schedule will be most comfortable for all of us.  It certainly won't be daily, as it was in the beginning.  I'm thinking weekly.  But I have just missed this, you, the process, too much to let it drop entirely.  And have no fears. As usual, I will not let this become a political rant.  That has to be a refreshing change from what's out there at the moment, yes??

So, in keeping with my love of words (logophile), I found "saudade"!

What is one word to describe the feeling of missing someone?


What dictionary says :
Saudade is used to explain the feeling of missing something or someone.
It is used to tell about something that you used to have (and liked) but don't have anymore.
But literally, it goes deeper. Its a beautiful word of Portuguese origin, evokes a sense of loneliness and incompleteness. In a whole bunch of clumsy English words, Saudade means “the love that remains” after someone is gone. It’s the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It describes a deep nostalgic longing. It brings sad and happy feelings all at once;
Sadness from missing something loved.
Happiness for having experienced the love.
I can conjure this feeling. I feel it for the little girl I once was.