i really do love Fall. the need to bundle up gets me thinking of deep, warm quilts and sweaters and scarves- all sorts of reasons for me to spend more and more time with my trusty crochet hook. and that's exactly what i've been doing all day today. my right hand is pretty well cramped and tired at this point but it's alright. i know how to smile through the creative pains. :) for sure.
it's our turn to make dinner for the neighbors this evening. it has become our sunday tradition. it's pretty cool seeing as how neither i nor my sweetheart have any family in the area other than each other. so we're making family traditions with our friends instead. it's a good thing. especially since the holidays are basically here. Halloween kick starts it all- the mad holiday rush, rush, rush.
yeah, i'm already thinking about thanksgiving and Christmas... things to make. i think i'd like to put the whole handmade movement to work for me this year. especially since everyone is having some NOT FUN economic woes, why not return to what the holidays are really supposed to be about? why not operate with faith from the notion that it really is the thought that counts? besides, i've got skillz. and i'm sure i can find a way to harness them for a sweet and warm holiday season this year. some of the best Christmases we ever had growing up were the ones when we hardly had anything; when money was super tight and we all had to get creative. those were the times when we really came together as a family. when we were warm and gentle with one another. when we felt thankful and safe and loved.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
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Nov 1, 2009
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