Lovelihood

While at our local fabric/craft shop searching in vain for wooden discs to round out my collection, I picked up some of your everyday embroidery thread to compare against my super special, but limited supply of sashiko threads. Not sure how I feel about that sheen, but it would be nice to not have to wait a week for special thread orders to come in the mail for my occasional stitching projects.

A little something I'm toying with for the Boy's birthday class party favors, while I'm in various beginning stages on other party favor projects. I say it every few days, and I'll continue to until it's over... May is a damned long month.

Today's task was to roll out wee woolen balls, later to become beads for simple necklaces to fill out some birthday goodie bags. The Boy, while dipping bits of roving into warm sudsy water and rolling them through his palms remarked on the novelty of working on a project and getting his hands washed at the same time. How nice it would be if more projects had such a cleansing by-product.

Finished the latest sashiko swatch. I've got no idea what this one, and hopefully a slew of similarly alphabetic motifs, will conspire to be. Likely, it will just hang on the boards for a few months gathering dust while interest in other projects waxes and wanes.

Nestled in amongst the visual mishmash of our books, so that you might not even see them if you weren't looking, are two of my latest artistic acqusitions in pastels, fingerpaints and glitter. Love.

In the modern age, a Boy can discuss with his Oma via speakerphone the merits of a dandelion as a fun garden plant vs. weed while roaming the yard and disseminating one of his subject's seeds.

The thing about Mother's Day is that sometimes flowers start arriving the day before. Which just leaves one more birthday and an anniversary and a race for the month.