Day 44

It’s not any closer to anything special, it’s not an “and counting” to or from any sort of event, it’s simply just 44 days since January 1. (Those days have been beautiful, and gloomy, and cold, and snowy, and cuddly, and if I were counting, it’s 40 days until I’m another year older, and 69 days until Jason & I celebrate our silver anniversary 💘 and 127 days until summer.)

Keeping my days calm & casual, doing lots of things that make me happy, slow stiches, organizing & unorganizing, doing the rough stuff when necessary and always putting whipped cream on top.

(I pretty pleased with my first attempt at sculpting clay conversation heart stitch markers, I got the colors close and the hand pressed knit & k1 letters relatively straight!

Also, I love my little hanging spot in the studio, really, I love anywhere there’s yarn, and I also obviously love glue.)

Kitty sidenote: We’ve had Kiki for 4+ years, and when we adopted her they weren’t sure how old she was, so basically she is somewhere between baby and old lady. 💕

soft study

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I have a fondness for the inconsistent greys of birch tools, the shattered flecks of ocean colored glass set in porcelain, the overcast blur of winter light,

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the concern of emotion that can be stitched in wool,

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the soft glow of linen, the comfort of bare feet, the roundness of tummies,

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the milkshake of that pink,

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the curiosity of pose, the tiny cotton flower crocheted with thread on that cold morning, just because,

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the cohesion of handmade,

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and if we can leave pants out of it, let’s leave pants out of it.

💕

my plain explained

I practice a lot, I like to get things just right and I usually use neutral colors and plain fabrics so I can truly see exactly what is happening with the shape and structure, it also forces quality and improvement in my handiwork when every stitch, pucker and fold is clearly visible.

Years ago there was this really amazing mill end fabric shop a few towns over, when you walked in, you never knew what you might find. There were first run proofs, rejected strike offs, misprints, factory remnants and discontinued full bolts at half price. In those days I was able to get so much natural duck cloth (canvas), cotton muslin, linen, and wool at an even deeper discount, because nobody wanted those plain fabrics. Most of the quilters and sewists that were shopping along side me, were coming in for the more colorful quilting cottons & fashion prints.

Over the years, the side effect of always having bulk neutrals on hand was that it became my color and fabric of choice. Basic, unfussy, perfection.

♡