athletic frame draped in silk, a second skin, waits for fabric to warm. perfume is absorbed into the fibres, starting to take own its shape. the dress is packed up already coming alive with its new owner.
It's October, you guys. October which I promptly re-christened as Socktober, because I taught myself to knit socks on the loom - did I tell you guys about this? - and I ordered chunky yarn from my favourite shop with one million and three varieties of yarn and wool. I can knit socks now. There, I've told… Continue reading New Month, New Stuff
the circle is painted invisible ink slopped across the floor. call it a circle for productivity, write runes up and down the legs of the desk. there's a bullet-journal to the left one handspan away from being unwittingly nudged off the desk. in front, there's thirteen tubes of paint and a half-ream of paper. pens… Continue reading productive + circle
the museum is silent, thin groups of people focused on stories. there's something quiet in the air itself. people trickle through the exhibits, each clasping some relevant bit of literature. there's still so much to see and take in. they're surrounded by history, watching as it unfolds in solemn halls, unfurls on compact… Continue reading surrounded + history + focused
Okay, so the other night I was talking about the blackout art I have been doing. They're not live yet on the Etsy store, I'm queuing them all up and waiting on a shipment of Stuff to come in before I do publish the listings, but I figured I'd start showing off some of what… Continue reading Monday Brush-Off: 1
At least... I think this is number 51. It's been quite a while. Anyway, it's Saturday, and it's getting on for midnight, and I have been oddly busy today. Went out and voted, did chores and shopping, then Etsying. So. Let's have a midnight coffee, I'm sure that won't go wrong in any way. Do… Continue reading Over Coffee (51)
I've been beavering away recently. The Etsy store isn't going to replenish itself, and I sold out one item (although in all fairness it did only have one copy of that particular item). I've been finding loose pages to make book art, and digging back through past stories on here to find things for blackout… Continue reading Another Interlude