At the library yesterday I found a copy of Nicky Epstein's Crocheted Flowers and am going to bring it over to Picasso's Moon today for Knit & Itch.
Ambitious maybe, but still my purpose for learning to crochet.
I want to make flowers.
It must be the fairy inside me trying to be home.
The weather has taken a nice cooler turn these past few days and I can almost imagine wearing a shawl or sweater.
I don't have a lot of energy today for taking pictures of projects underway.
I have several hats and smock aprons on the ironing board and then some rusted fabric I want to show.
Doll quilt for a swap and composition book covers, art aprons, corsets, another shawl, they all are lined up like magic brooms in that Sorcerer's Apprentice cartoon, where poor Mickey tries to clean the castle.
Last Night, Unable to sleep, I took some Lunesta and while I waited for it to "knock me out" I sketched some new ideas. Just what I needed.
I bought 3 plain page Moleskin Journals at Barnes & Noble yesterday to create covers for an upcoming project.
Upgrading from the Composition Books might be more expensive, but the paper is lovely and without lines and will make a nicer gift.
I seem to vacillate between cheap and luxury all the time.
Is that the City Mouse/Country Mouse inside me?
I appreciate the expensive things: they are softer, prettier, more colorful, clearer, shinier, nicer to the touch.
But isn't it better to buy more with less expense? The Dollar Tree Mentality.
Some things can be duplicated and sold at a less expensive price.
Some things can't.
Linen. Chrystal. Jewelry. China. Dining.
All with the transformative Fine in front of them...
Was it George who wanted to be ensconced in velvet?
But Muslin is wonderful too.
Is this dichotomy in us all? Probably.
Just the Human Condition. Another question to ponder as I shower and get ready for my day.
Oh, yeah, it gets deep here at Calamity Kim.
Usually no deeper than a dish of strawberry shortcake, but thoughtful, nonetheless.
Have you ever bought a Moleskin Journal? Did you use it? Or did you save it, waiting, empty for just the right words or images or decorations? Will you die with it unused on your bookcase? Ready for someone else to use? Don't think it too precious- it has a purpose after all and until you put something inside, it hasn't begun to live either.