Not new things, just patching them together to make them useful.
The top from an old garlic keeper. Clay. The bottom broke. I had to grind the holes a bit larger to fit the incense sticks.
The little jug, an old mustard crock. From a time when I was into mustard. Now I am just into crocks.
The blue bowl, Dad bought in New Mexico. My parents used to go camping across the States. And my dad used to seek out this particular potter. He used to sell somewhere out there. Blue bowls. I took one after Mom died. My brother has the others.
The cloth... Nine for Peace. Now aka A Newer World Order. Part of the Crossroads series.
I am thinking a lot about which things I will keep when we move. We want to stay loose and light.
A hoot around here lately. Really. Just Going all wrong. It's too cold for too long, which is grating on my nerves. The pipes going to the washer which is in the garage froze up. The tarp blew off the wood and it is all wet. Soul-o scratched his own eye which is now all swollen. And then some small electrical meltdown in the studio. Hopefully not a big expense...
But we are not sick or dead and I can still sew, so I guess I will shut up now. I am thinking how we are ultimately how we solve problems.
A mobile upload here folks. And a link to Small Journeys which was posted before the meltdown. Sometimes a bit of extra technology is a good thing. Too time consuming though... probably would be easier if I knew how. I will be back again when I can.