I used to work bigger more often. This smallish tower quilt was getting a rest pinned to the back of another quilt and I decided, after looking at it for a day, that I liked it with a surround of brown.
I went looking downstairs, fully expecting to have to make a substituon, but I found the very cloth!
It is going to be hot today. Dog walk was sweaty. K has his five-year colonoscopy midday and of course he needs a ride. Because of the Covid numbers, I will wait outside. Hope there’s a patch of shade.
And below find yesterday’s collage results (some of them). Feel free to skip if you’re on Instagram!
The amount of psychic energy required to finish my manuscript and begin the querying process was substantial but also invisible. It really tanked my cloth and collage work. I kept thinking something was wrong, but nothing’s wrong.
Spring brings with it a rising energy. This year I plan to ride that wave with attention to finishing. Finish. Finish. Finish.
Oh, and I plan on starting things too. I’m seesawing between two possible topics for a new novel. Many pages already written. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be contemporary. Enough with parlors and drays, small pox and reticules. You won’t hear a specific thing about it til it’s done this time (she said).
I’ve become a ridiculous puzzle hound. Jigsaw puzzles. Wordle AND quordle. Daily NYTimes crossword puzzle and Spelling Bee. Every day!
Enough. I’ll be spending a lot more time outdoors.
And then there’s Chef Andres, feeding people along the border.
And meanwhile, Andrea Chalupa and Michael McFaul just appeared on MSNBC and uttered cautions about getting caught up in the energetic bravery of Ukraine’s people and the show of solidarity throughout the world. Putin means business, they say. Chalupa worries about genocide.
More locally I can report that it’s 19 degrees here but sunny, so K, Finn, and I enjoyed our walk.
Exhausting. That’s how it felt to travel during the ongoing pandemic. Oh sure, there was the altitude. There was blinding light without hat or sunglasses. One evening, there was waiting (and waiting) for friends from Denver to arrive in Boulder. But mostly we were stressed by how much time we spent around loads of PEOPLE.
I wonder how other introverts are finding societythese days? Remember: Introverts are people who find being around other people draining. Ever since hearing that definition some years back, I’ve viewed my generalized reluctance to socialize through a more forgiving lens.
How has a sustained period of COVID isolation impacted the innate tendency to renew the self through long periods of being alone?
Luckily, we got out and about: hiking behind NCAR, hiking in two parks in Longmont, a day in Nederland, followed by time on Boulder Creek. And it was so, so nice to spend time with our younger son.
The yard surrounding our Airbnb was cluttered. There was no view. The place couldn’t, therefore, provide the renewing rest that a place situated in beauty can.
Nevertheless, and here’s where the contrast between appearances and experience gets highlighted, it was one of the friendliest, best provisioned, and most comfortable Airbnb’s we’ve ever stayed in. Peet’s coffee! Shampoo! Couches comfortable to sit on! Circulating air and an ice maker! These are not little things, trust me.
The trip ended with the longest line for security that I have ever seen. It took TWENTY MINUTES of walking to reach its end (and that was with three large serpentine sections). I could not believe it. No one could. K, who was TSA pre-check, after a long interval texted me, “Have you been arrested?” Ha ha.
Isn’t it nice to arrive home after being away? Picking up a wildly happy Finn was simply the best!
PS. Sorry to have dropped the ball on so many comments to last two posts. I went back this morning to maybe pick up the threads but it just seemed so long ago. Please forgive!
On Friday, K and I were up in Winchester buying clethra and oak leaf hydrangea for the shady corner of the new fence. The garden staff was sliding pots into dense rows. Puzzling. I wondered what was going on.
“We’re getting ready for the hurricane.”
You mean to tell me I consult Twitter for two hours a day and heard not a blip about Henri?
Time to add WBZ to my timeline.
Anyway, we entertained Friday night (it’s been so long!) and planted on and off on Saturday, all while keeping a close eye on the weather reports. Upgraded to hurricane! Sliding west! Not getting a direct hit here in the Boston area, as it turns out. The eastern side passes over us now, delivering intermittent, heavy rain.
It’s a nice sound, the rain. A good day for: a lap blanket, crossword puzzles, and soup!
This happened BEFORE the storm, by the way. What can I say? Fence not even two weeks old and it’s the third time a neighbor’s branch has taken out a panel. Excuse me for being annoyed.
I don’t know what it says about me, but untying that crocheted ribbon was the most exciting thing I’ve done in a long time!
Already applied a speckled piece to a moon in progress. Immediate elevation of the surround. Reminds me of a traditional quilter who once opined that she included a few Kaffe Fassett squares in every composition because they reliably improved the piece as a whole.
I kind of love the blue shawl’s accidental contribution here. Windows are new.
Lastly, I am more than a little surprised that I’ve continued with the Paris Collage Collective’s weekly challenge. It’s almost September! Look at me! (I abandoned Roxane Gay’s monthly book selections way back in May. Found that keeping up had a way of turning reading into homework. Who needs that?).
I’ve bounced between purely digital compositions to purely paper to amalgams. The digital layering that includes quilt-photos and/or a paper collage seems to offer the most depth.
Also, it’s getting so that when I select photos for a double exposure, previous prompt responses come up. That’s fun. I notice other contributors including past-week elements as well.
Check out #pariscollagecollective on Instagram. Almost all of the contributions are impressive.
Made the above (not a prompt response) before I knew about the hurricane. But it must have been in the ether.
Enjoy your Sunday! If you’re in the northeast, hope the storm’s impact is minimal!