Past September

September, October, now November, a time lapse of seasons with unusual warmth and unusual cold, swaying between dusty dry haze and damp chill. Everyday objects on the ironing board, a lavender linen spray I sometimes spritz on fabrics prior to pressing, for times when filling my iron from the sink feels like too much work, its gentle scent is just slight enough to notice. A second spray bottle of plain old tap water, for when I’m sewing masks, while the linen spray steam turns my studio into a relaxing herbal lavender field, the smell can be a bit much sitting a ½” from your nose all day. And lastly, my large heavy iron, the kind I’ve told myself to grab in my fictional movie style break in/self defense scenarios, the ones where I only have seconds to scan my surroundings for something to defend myself with, and that frickin iron is designated the studio wepon of choice …everybody does this right?

(Some context: I love and hate being scared, I was a kid who watched way too many slasher horror movies in the 80’s and was home alone way too much and living in a rural small town all my babysitting was out in the middle of nowhere. Dark walks home after the street lights came on. Thank goodness I’ve never had to rely on my knowledge of knowing the deadliest object in my proximity skill set, but better safe than sorry!)

I ordered some pretty fabrics online, while lovely, they are thinner than I expected. I really miss the touching and handpicking and in person-ness of everything. Getting better at being ok with the disappointment that sometimes tags along these days, the overwhelming sadness of it all, but, I can’t help but feel throughly hopeful with a new president taking over.

Kiki, she always do as she please. (Note to self be more like Kiki.)

A little pile of mask trimmings, corner notch pinwheels on the cutting table.

Sour green and bubblegum pink forever.

I made a kerchief, just a giant square folded in half (right sides together), sewn (leaving a little turn hole), turned right side out, pressed and top stitched. I love it and want make a million more.

Studio casual, not taking any calls though.

Already missing the maximum vegetable levels of late summer, my heart belongs to garden cukes…

lessons and change

I don’t have a green thumb, sometimes I wish I did/think I should (both my mom & sis have gorgeous greenery tucked in every nook throughout their homes and my dad is a wizard outdoors, he spent much of his younger days taking care of a nursery) but I can’t get over the little flying bugs that come along with growing things inside, and I never know how much water is too much or too little, is it turning yellow because it’s dried up or drowned out?!? My mom insists I can do it and will often send me home with cuttings or little babies baby off of her plants, she always believes in me as moms always do ♥ but we both know inevitably I will kill it.
Lesson:
Plants are beautiful, but maybe aren’t my thing and that’s ok.

It’s always Honeycrisps, always, 100% of the time, there were even years when the supply was so small at MN orchards (this was before you could walk into any store and get them anytime of year) that the growers would only allow us to have 1 bag!
Lesson:  More things, not just apples should be handled this way, always making sure everyone gets a little, so no one person gets a lot ♥

.but this year the Sweet Tangos were beyond belief, crisp and so insanely sweet, that when we tasted a honey right afterwards, it tasted like flavorless crunchy water!
Lesson: Give different things a chance, don’t always stick with the usual because it’s your usual, you might just miss out on the sweetest thing ♥

We ate apples,  mailed MN caramel ones to our girl in MA, shared a piece pecan pie in the front seat (eaten with a broken plastic fork, found in the glove box) and we saw the most amazing roses ♥
Lesson: You can close your eyes and live blindly or you can crack life wide open and spread love as far as you can.
I don’t often do BIG things in BIG ways, but I do a lot of tiny things in subtle ways. I’ve found as I get older I need a bit more magnification, a closer look and because I found the cutest reading glasses, I needed to stitch up a just as cute fabric holster for them to live in and because all of this made me feel very much like an adult, I channeled my 6th grade self and bought some scented lip gloss in a little tin.  Strangest thing that little lip balm, you would think “Original Bubble” would mean bubble gum right? Wrong, it smells just like Mr. Bubble the bubble bath, SO WEIRD and yet weirdly appealing!
Lesson: It’s ok to act/feel like a kid sometimes (like with lip gloss), but when it comes to BIGGER things, you need to be a BIGGER person, looking for all the things that make us alike, understanding that the subtle differences are what will make us better and welcoming all of it into our humanity is what will ultimately make us whole. Each of us evolving, growing, becoming more self-aware, knowing what we do (even sometimes tiny things) can have a good/bad impact on everything, everyone, everywhere. We need to push the buttons of possibility in all of us, for the good of all of us. Just because you are the loudest doesn’t mean you are right and just because like-minded cruelty/humor gets you laughter doesn’t mean it’s right and just because you don’t understand, doesn’t mean you can’t be understanding. Be your truest self always, because it’s the person you choose to be when no one is there to notice, that will define you. The nostalgia of the way things used to be is fine for postcards (and lip gloss) but in order to grow and be great we need to actually respect, allow and welcome change.