I forget how quick the light changes as soon as it’s decidedly fall. I’m taking note of the dirty hues for future color palettes and appreciating the unkept beauty and melancholy of the last roses. Still feeling a little of that unsettled creativity, not knowing what will be the next shift, getting comfortable sitting in the uncomfortable. There’s a dark wash of color on my hook, and moments when we’re desperately trying to hang on to the light, capturing the late blooms in crochet and making jewels with the lavender from grandmas garden. It’s October, it’s familiar.
The plant is surprisingly still alive, leggy limbs and all, but every once in a while something rips off a leaf?
Getting cooler, a window peek from the warm inside looking out, little orange plant you’re either going to die from exposure or by my hand, so come on inside, let’s give this a try.
Trimmed that wonky bit straight away, welcome to your new sunny window home in the warm peachy orange studio.
(which is still in a deep cleaning & organization stage)
So much is leaving, but these old wonky roll shades and my old wonky 1st grade picture are staying.
Not sure I can pull off a flesh tone double brimmed hat, but I need a simple mental getaway from the art room studio shambles. (This is some of my lovely peachy avocado dyed wool, Lex said I’ll probably look like a conehead in this.)
I managed to make pretty decent tiny twist pretzel & biscuit stitch marker one lazy afternoon (when I should have been studio cleaning!). Still need to perfect the faux salt and figure out how to make this into a “chicken in a biskit” cracker ..it’s been years since having one of those!
Always embracing our mostly black with patchy orange Kiki, (when allowed, which is mostly never) but, she too loves a warm sunny window in the peachy studio. 💕