mostly afternoons and evenings

Time has passed both slow and fast in 2020, it’s late August already and I can hardly believe it. I don’t have adequate words for most of the emotions and feelings around any of it either, but I know for sure at least once a day I sigh wtf.

Just sharing some small things that have been appreciated and wonderful.

The night studio and an old magnifying light of my dads.

A bias binding foot for my sewing machine.

Sunsets.

Silhouettes.

An otherworldly accident shot of the porch rail during a rainstorm, when I almost slipped off the top step trying to capture the soft rumbles and drips.

Jam.

3 matching skeins.

Curbside pickup from our favorite bubble tea place and the 2x double boba option they offer when ordering online.

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 the melancholy that creeps in when something good, bad or indifferent, ends, begins or stays the same.

Bright studio moments for not dead plants & for giant cones of red wool,

and for creating tiny treats, small enough for a mouse’s pocket.

Moments for loving grouchy grinches & for just plain love,

and maybe a little extra moment for the love of 8 homemade butter mints.