practicing distraction

Trying to notice the quiet things, the shift in light, the rough edges, trying to shake that feeling of losing time, not settling between knitting and sewing, not settling between winter and spring (that’s the same now un- snowy hillside from my previous snowy post, it was near 70° yesterday and tomorrow’s forecast is 8″ of snow). Pulling fabrics for practice, before fussy cutting for friends, telling myself the only way to conquer all my zipper hang-ups, is to buy 200+ yards of zip coil and just get on with it (those smooth matte buttery pulls are everything ♡). Wishing more days were as simple as contemplating sun patches.

these colors & that cat 💕

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Kiki is our sometimes sweet\sometimes salty, cranky old lady cat. We adopted her three years ago when she was 8, and it took over a year for her to find her purr. She had a rough life before us, and has a chipped fang to prove how hard knock she was. She tucks in, fetches on her own terms, drives a homemade cat bus and is obsessed with bags. Lovingly known as the dark bite, baby kaiju, misses poopy butthole or baby godzilla, she’s oversized, on a restricted holistic diet (so she’s always a little hangry), lumpy, full of tortitude and mostly black (but for a few cream blotches, pink toe beans and in the right light some cinnamon patches). She lurks in the shadows and dark corners because she’s a creeper ..and because she has an eye condition that keeps her pupils always dilated, so in addition to always being big eyes adorable, she sometimes completely loses her mind thinking she sees things (which is also kinda aborable 💕).


“you are not a bad cat.
You are not a good cat.
You are good and bad.
And bad and good.
You are a mixed-up cat.
What you need is a good home.
Then you will be good.’ ”
― Esther AverillThe Fire Cat