bright

our house is bursting with so much delight and happiness these past few days.  accompanying such swirling glee is a bit of frustration and exhaustion, as to be expected.

it is a beautiful experience to be so close to my children, observing the finite nuances of their personalities each day.  they love to try and keep me tangled up in their every move.  i have to take a step back now and then for a breath.

what a gift a camera is.  what a gift these girls are.

i decided this morning to select a few photographs from each season to tell their story.  some i may share here.  i envision the photos adorning a wall in our home or using them to create a short storybook of our year.

through a storybook they can make up their own words to go along with the photos each time they read through it together.  i hope those times will be a moment in their days that will be effortless for them to share.

(a sweet auntie bearing scented nail polish is a wonderful thing to have.)

m.

treasure chest

i want to write about the process of holding these pieces in my hands and the grandmother they came from yesterday.  but it’s too intimate just yet.

since purchasing this home three years ago i have constructed many mental diagrams of where to lovingly display some of the sentimental items from generations past.  i haven’t settled on one to suit maintaining the items as we wait to give them to our daughters.  perhaps i need to look to the personality of the individuals they came from and use that to inform my display framework.

another idea i am thinking on is a flexible display that i can use to help teach the girls about our family members as a tangible history project.  they are naturally curious and motivated to discover the stories of great-grandparents and others they did not have the chance to know.

overcast

the weather was stormy yesterday.  it was a rare treat during this dry summer.  the world beyond our windows was humid and hushed in the breaks between downpours.

i often create by the quick-n-dirty approach right now.  for me, this means using what is already here and skimming on being rudimentary in process.

a remnant gray skirt, embroidery hoops, permanent ink and stamps were my tools. my product is a simple scarf, printed intentionally rough and aged.

before slipping into sleep the night before last, what kept coming back to my mind was, “for never was a story of more woe/than this of juliet and her romeo.”  what a blissful set of lines.  shakespeare’s work is so brilliant.

maybe i will add some tiny beads to the edges.  but likely it will stay just as it is to be worn on days when i’d prefer not to blend into the background.

it’s so good when making works out.

m.

presently

daydreaming on: kitchen walls getting pretty after the paint goes up, beauty of possibilities for transplanted flowers all the way from connecticut, quiet time

researching on: slavic folk patterns, romany culture, putting together our own curriculum, watercolor

obsessing on: kitchen trim — orange-gold vs. gray with folk pattern vs. stencil