This is only a small bit of it. But it's a cute bit.
(There is, of course, the Current Commuter Socks, and I got bored one night and started Glockenblume, but doilies don't count.)
Crazy Aunt Purl once had a post about how she noticed that she was buying stuff because at work she missed her current stuff, and her speculation was that she was just buying things so that she could "visit her stuff" on the weekends. That is an excellent description of what I've been doing lately. It's not really how I want to live, so I am working more on actually doing and not just acquiring.
The quilt shops of San Francisco are small but well-curated. They are definitely aimed at a particular audience, but as I appear to be pan-fabric-phyllic, it's all good.
Back before I gained the pile of yarn, I did a lot of quilting. Since I got distracted by yarn and dyeing, there's been all this interesting new modern quilting movement, and it's been fun to look through quilting blogs. I am so dating myself.
(except I am so over perfect women with perfect houses and perfect children and the rest of their perfect lives. Also I might twitch a little at blog posts signed with big swirly signatures. Not a hater, just reminds me of those elementary school girls who used hearts instead of dots on their i's. I didn't have a great experience with those girls.)
I do not have a perfect life, although I am extremely lucky to have my own studio space.
My very messy studio space.
That's the panorama shot I took a few weeks ago. Huge, unworkable mess. Here, I've annotated it for you:
I got tired of not being able to find anything, and finally committed on some shelving. With Ikea and the Love Monkey's help securing things to walls, it looks a little better now. I'm still working on it. I'll take an after picture when I can see more of the floor.
A couple of San Francisco pictures:
Dr. Seuss called and he wants his flowers back
This is the bloom of the Red-flowering Gum. Yes, I know it's pink. San Francisco has such a weird really-it's-a-desert-except-for-all-that-fog climate that very odd things grow here. Australian and New Zealand natives seem to have done the best. And enormous, so-large-you-would-not-believe-it jade plants. No seriously, they're considered an invasive species.
Bay Bridge at sunset, from the Embarcadero
This looks very much like Pacific Northwest picture to me. I think it's the ferries coming in that does it.
Frances and I, basking in the sun
1 comment:
I find I buy stuff because I get convinced that "This, I will have time to knit up THIS." (or "sew THIS quilt" or "read THIS book.")
It's a very twisted form of self-care, I think: in the absence of time to actually do what I want to do, I spend time buying more stuff that I would use to do what I want to do. If that makes sense.
But yeah, the "I miss my stuff when I'm at work" thing resonates also.
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