Egg Play, Wool Play and a Stern Muppet

I happened upon this by way of a dear friend, and as I was too late to sign up for class, decided to give the project a little love on my own.

I have a favorite:

This weekend was full of Dyepots and Treadling, Labyrinth Walking and Mama Cow Avoidance (why must the baby cows stand right in the middle of the hikers’ path?) and Lovely Statements Out of Nowhere like, “Mama, my hat is backwards so we can kiss.”

Dreadlocks from the Dyepot:

In other news, C has been feeling a little grumpy and broken (today it was smashing his knee with a sledge hammer). He looked in the mirror and told me he feels like some variety of “stern muppet.” Like Bert, perhaps. And now, of course, I can’t stop myself from superimposing Bert onto C and chuckling a bit to myself, but he is taking this growly and frustrated thing a bit to heart. I intend to kidnap him next weekend for some much needed family time. As in, just the three of us for a day. A whole day. No projects involving potentially dangerous tools. No interruptions and background noise. No wishing we were somewhere else. Just a day to appreciate that we have each other and how much that really means and what a comfort it is, even with our life still in boxes and so many big decisions looming, waiting…so easy, it is, to forget that we are both here, working toward the same goals, working through the same fears and that we are available to support each other. Waves, sand and stone may help bring it all in…



In less than two weeks, a renter will be moving into the farmhouse. OUR house. The place where my son went from little blob of baby jelly to walking, talking, thinking small person, the place where I started my business, learned how to can veggies and make jam, the place where we buried my furry best friend…I don’t know if I can handle this. It seemed like we needed, more than anything else, to get out of there. Townshend was a very lonely town for me…Crispin always gone and no neighbors on the same page or even reading the same book as I…driving, always driving to go somewhere else, anywhere else. And now I miss everything about it, the great old barn and my gigantic studio with lime green walls…even the slate floor that broke every time we walked across it and the traffic and the lumpy bumpy backyard. Especially now that we are living with another family (who are awesome, btw), I miss quiet mornings, just the three of us. It only ever happened on the weekends, but I ache for those mornings. I know I felt so trapped there, but it’s hard to remember that right now. I just wish I knew if we’ve made the right decision. I wish I felt confident that things are going to be better for us because we’ve made this decision. I wish I wasn’t up at 1AM typing this through a sea of tears, but I cannot seem to let myself come to a place of acceptance. What’s done is done and there is no going back, so somehow I need to find a way to shelve this and think about the Spring and fixing up the cabin…get excited about it all somehow. There are seeds to order and fresh snow in the morning. So many things to look forward to in the coming months if I can just let this go. 

Happier things in the morning.
I have photos to share of the goods that went West for Stitches.

My boy said "I love you SO much" today. Then he said, "Mama, you’re hugging me too hard."