dried up, greyed out, and slightly sweet

I always seem to fall harder for the container, than I fall for what’s inside of it. Trying all the creams, balms and lotions this time of year. Rosebud Salve has a beautiful tin, definitely a vaseline feel, that smells powdery (Lex had a baby cabbage patch kid that smelled like this). 6/10 – notContinue reading “dried up, greyed out, and slightly sweet”

Ending like I began or beginning like I ended.

When I first taught myself to crochet most of my hooks, patterns and yarns were found second hand, so a lot of what I made had a modern granny feel, studying the patterns, memorizing the terms and learning the delicate movements of thread crochet gave me such an appreciation for the tools, the dedication ofContinue reading “Ending like I began or beginning like I ended.”

Bright Moments

Taking a moment, slowing down, drifting back & forth between all the things that give me joy a little crochet, a little nerdy stitching for him, a little collecting, sorting, sifting & snarking, organizing like with unlike and scissors with scissors. Giving a quiet moment to memories, to sadness, to the background ache, to theContinue reading “Bright Moments”