Ok, ready, set, fire, aim. Oh geez. What the heck have I gotten myself into. I’m learning as I write. Friends, lovers, and strangers (could be one and the same) are encouraging me to share the thoughts and experiences of my life process. This includes making music, urging art items made of fabric and clay out of my brain, knitting, and more.
The music takes me to the performance stage playing oboe and English horn, singing acapella doo wop, and even going to concerts periodically.
The fabric includes my latest creations — things that cover bits of the wall (some people call them wall hangings – I reserve the right to refuse to call them that), the process of getting them from inside my brain onto the silks and cottons I covet, and from there add beads, other fabrics, stitches and more.
The clay means that I am still coil-building pots. In the past year, the pots have been the largest ever as round a buddha’s belly and some as high as a basenji’s eye. Perhaps you will be there when I select my kiln, finally get it installed, and use it for the first time.
Knitting? We have a weekly knitting/crocheting group at work. I send the reminder to many who all look forward to receiving the notice each week. We have people who just come for the social aspect — bring their lunch and watch us needling. Last Friday, only one person out of six who turned up was actually knitting. Random people stop by with questions, make inane comments, and one regular used pass through the area with his lunch each week and say he forgot his knitting. Funny what rituals people have — especially the ones they don’t even realize are happening — and how we come to expect them.
The More is just that. I’ve promised to share some of the things I usually save for friends and family.
Stopping to munch on some Trader Joe’s roasted and salted pecans. Usually I would rather have raw pecans, but didn’t have my glasses when I was at the store the other day.
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