(i’ll never not be fascinated by the coleus)
a few days ago i got a nice email from my friend abby, who chatted a bit about the garden and then added cryptically I desperately need your snail mail address. It’s urgent!. ok then . . . not wanting to stress her one iota if i could help it, i shot the address right back to her.
a few hours later, i got a notice from the USPS that abby franquemont was mailing me something. hmm, completely intriguing, but since i love surprises, i didn’t press for more info.
and then today there was this in my mailbox
i know you can’t feel this but can you see how soft it is? cuz it is. and fine—very, very fine (there are over 400 yards in that 1 ounce skein). and that color—this kind of color is my very favorite natural brown . . kind of a moorit/buff. i think we are calling it butterscotch.
and if all that wasn’t enough, she spun it on a drop spindle. with her very own precious hands.
the magnitude of it overwhelms.
abby is a most incredible fiber artist . . . she teaches and make batts, and spins yarns and writes and all that good stuff; some day i want to take classes from her (i had so hoped to go to SOAR this year but it’s not to be . . .).
this skein is gonna be a little nothing for sure. very soon. if i can ever find a stitch that does it justice (however will i bring myself to swatch it? to cut it??).
thank you abby that was incredibly incredible of you!
it’s sitting here on my desk where i can pet it whenever i want. and when i need my hand back, i have this to take its place
another surprise that arrived in today’s mail—is that not the most bodacious hamsa?
as you well know, my wonderful friend kim and i often exchange fun packages (we really do have to restart our chocolate exchange kim).
well, recently while in NYC with her son, she was in an east village shop and came across this spectacular piece. it is so over the top as to be mesmerizing—it pleases me no end and kim knew it was just the thing for me. and that was before she saw my scarf.
it’s a hand (i collect them), it’s a hamsa, it gorgeous, and (oooh, those of you that have similar fetishes will love this part)
it’s a BOX!
omg i almost swooned when i saw it was a box, too (it started with my dad’s matchboxes when i was small and the allure has never waned). so much excitement in one day—i can hardly take it. thank you kim . . . you know me so well.
after all that my blood sugar was low . . . so i made a sandwich with the first big tomatoes of the year
mmm. ain’t nothin’ like the real thing, baby.
i’m also working out the lacewing motif for the shawl
and i’m getting close. i don’t want it to be overly literal . . . just a little more detail than the ones in my initial swatches. the one on the far left here is very close to what i’m searching for.
i dunno about you, but i like things to be neat and tidy. however, i am not always neat and tidy, especially when i’m focused on work. in fact, it’s really easy for me to develop a sense that tidiness exists because there is one clean spot right in front of me while the immediate surroundings of my desk become extremely cluttered.
but oof; while taking pictures at my desk today i couldn’t help but see it for what it is—an absolute sty. the camera never lies.
there is stuff scattered here still from when i came home from TNNA in early june. and don’t even mention my work room—an even worse situation.
something tells me a little housekeeping is in order. i’m not feeling the bug in full force yet, but the worm is turning in my mind, and i think soon i may have to take a couple of days off to straighten up my “creative tableaux”. it will be good for me right?