11/3/19 already

I feel like I’m so inconsistent and blurry these days, I blinked and October was over, only aware of time passing in the way you can see how the light has suddenly changed on the same routine drive home, or how its glow fills a room differently, and now even more so, because in the middle of the night we gained an hour. Time for the rotty pumpkins to be tossed into the compost, time for the orange plant to come in for another long winter (I’m amazed it has survived this long, it keeps getting bigger and I keep repotting it and I still feel guilty for always wishing it dead.)

In silhouette for HULK scale.

I made myself some Black Licorice Cat stitch markers, for kiki, for licorice and for year round creeps who love a little subtle sparkle. I made extra and listed them in the shop if you love that sort of thing too.

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Bunny Love

It started as a little idea, a tiny rosebud chocolate baby bunny (a hand sculpted clay stitch marker for my knitting be exact).

I loved them so much I made more!

..and more!

Then my tiny rosebuds grew up, and became these cute chubby bowtied bunny blobs!

..and then they multiplied!

Then my cute chubby bowtied bunny blobs grew up, and became these classic bowtied bunnies of my dreams, and childhood!

..and then they multiplied by two..

..then four..

..then six..

I’ve become overrun with sweetness!

So much bunny love πŸ’•

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p.s my etsy shop is stocked if you’d like your very own handmade bunny!

exactly the same but slightly different

Same colors and tones, basic washed out hues of soft pink & milky cream. Today my thoughts are questions.. why did I do that, why didn’t I do that? Sometimes I get thinking too big and important and end up feeling very small and insignificant (I mean on the grand scale of it all, well, it’s incredibly true) but for right here and now, I’m trying my best to understand the whys.

Like why didn’t I change out my heavyweight needle when sewing this finicky broadcloth, why didn’t I cut the inside pockets so they would go all the way to the side seams like the outside pockets do, and why when I realized they wouldn’t and I didn’t have enough of my prized cotton canvas left to fix it, I decided to just pink them and leave them raw? Why was that what my perfectionist self did, why now do I love this bag so freaking much, f’d up inside pockets, puckers and all?

Why do I have to justify loving it to myself?

Or why do I tote this shawl everywhere but never work on it, I absolutely adore it, I really do, but it’s been on the needles since October 2018 and is a main rotation wip ..why don’t I knit more?

Why isn’t the little bit I knit enough?

It must be the heaviness of winter, thick blankets of snow muffling the everyday sounds, leaving excess quiet time for overly critical reflection. Why?