New Duds

That's right.  We're saying it right here, right now.  All thanks to my friend Brian, one of the kings of Catholic Beer, and his faithful silk screen.

I definitely need some fries with this shake.

boom shakalaka!

In other news, I just completed this new stone.  The rain has been falling steady, trickling down my window panes and tapping on the skylights.  The temperatures dropped a touch when dawn broke the cover and the sparrows doubled their efforts at emptying the feeders in the back, lining their bellies with the fat of thistle seeds and leaving small gifts of down and chatter behind for me.

If I could, I would weave you tale with no words, delicately stitching in the way Autumn falls on the earth here.  Quietly.  Less riot and and more whispering.  

And just because I'm excited, this newest piece is in the shop now, rather than awaiting the next update.

Cheerio ye bonnie birds!

Research and Development Dove-Style

I do love an honest work day.

On Today's (or not) Shop Update

So like I mentioned just a bit ago, it IS Wednesday.  

And therefore the day I was planning on hosting a little textile shop update.  That is, up until doctor's appointments took over.  Blerk.  I'm terribly sorry but I'll need to postpone the update until next week as I'm now off to sit in waiting rooms reading old copies of Martha Steward magazine (which I don't mind) and showing off the artistry of my jewelry friends to the nurses at the infusion clinic.  I'm on a mission to hook each and ever one of those women on my immensely talented friends and let me tell you, they're falling hook, line and sinker.

Handcrafted art = The very best

Afternoons of doctor's appointments = needs sushi to make up for it.

Wearing a toque with pom poms = right up my alley

Morning Details

Well here it is Wednesday.

The fog has rolled right up the hillside from the ocean, soaking through the field of cypress and juniper across the street, leaving swollen droplets on every surface it touches.  The air feels flat, dense, and when I hold my hand outstretched dew settles on my skin.  Fifty yards out the trees begin to fade away as though my knowledge of them exists only in memory.  The sun, I know, is searching for a crack to begin warming the soil but for now, a damp chill permeates.

I stand outside and shiver slightly.  I'm still in my pjs.  Somewhere inside a mug of earl grey tea with warmed soy milk is cooling.

My toes, wearing worn out slippers send shivers up my spine and I know the first cup of tea has hit.  But the spiders have dressed their webs in the finest lights and I can't bring myself to go back in just yet.

Plus, the boys don't mind the damp.

And to be quite honest, neither do I.

Tell me about your morning birds:

What are you drinking?  What are you wearing?  What fresh bit of light has touched your nose today?  Inquiring minds (a.k.a. ME) want to know!

A Shoal of Stones

May I interest you in a lovely side of sea stone?  Perhaps a slice of feathered flight or a nibble of elk antler?  Or maybe the twitch of a jackrabbit's nose?

Today's shop update will commence at 1:00 pm PST with a puff of smoke and a twinkle of sparklers.  I might even call it a party.  Angelfood cake with fresh cream and the season's last strawberries on me.  

(oh and p.s.  The textile shop update has been postponed until Wednesday October 20th, probably about the same time.  Smooch!)