A Recovery

OK ... yesterday ... I made space in "my" kitchen for the "new" shaker set from Annie. Aren't they darling? And--hey, abundance in the kitchen is cool with me.

... I made room on the line for my fresh-n-clean vintage aprons. My sense is that all three came to my mother via her mother-in-law, my paternal grandmother, Ann Conway-Roast. Aren't they the coolest? I just love them!

I made a sweet raisin bread for invaders who never showed up, which was fine with me since it allowed me to relax, crochet and watch the Giants mop up the Chiefs.

The Boy has today off, so last night was our "friday night" and he and I and Ale had a party ... thus this catch-up recovery blog.

Oh ... and this morning ... when I lifted off the butter-dish cover ... I wondered, yet again ... in pure amazement ... just how is it that they have managed to get so much of the earthly power?

More later!

Kitchen Play

Today, after the tasks of utilitarian responsibility were managed, I made kitchen play. I made bread. I made pasta sauce. I cooked barley. I stepped outdoors time and again to make love with non-stop autumn drizzle that blessed my little acre. I made time to admire the most recent earthbound gifts to come my way ... three 1950s aprons from my mom which I will gently soak and hang out to dry when the rain stops ... and a salt and pepper shaker set from my friend Annie, a set that belonged to her grandmother who shared some semblance of my name.

I made time (as I will every day in October) to visit Mrs. B’s 31 Days of Halloween to enjoy the day’s blog links and enter in today’s give-aways. Today you could win a vampire style belly dance vest or a cute set of Skele-pins or a lovely full moon print from Spirit Fox Photography!

By the way, yesterday, I was a winner - how freakin’ cool is that? I won the beautiful Divination Kit made by Cauan - Lucky me!

And tonight I'll be watching Revenge of the Creature and honoring the blessings of the October moon, full and ripe with melancholy madness, of a variety that only final harvests do offer.

Ashe. Ashe.

A Tribal Dream

I do my best to honor the blessing that each and every day Is ... yet I do acknowledge the transitions of the seasons with a little extra celebration and conscious intention. With midsummer coming ripe this weekend, and a fireside with friends, food, libation, laughter, drumming and who-knows-what-else to look forward to, I felt inspired to make ... something.

Imagine that.

The muses led me to a mighty bag of fabric-n-scraps-n-notions that I salvaged from my mom when she moved a few years back. There are some "great" vintage pieces in there and among them I found these packages of rick-rack, braid and trimmings and some satin blanket binding ... and in them I saw my midsummer dream ... There in my minds eye was a bit of retro-contemporary-upcycled-repurposed-DIY-funky-goddess-tribal wear!

So now ... the magic begins!

Dream it ... Do it ...