How I (don’t/can’t/won’t/never) follow recipes

I’ve mentioned many times before how I am seemingly incapable of following recipes, to which the following links attest:
Nonetheless, I love having recipes as a jumping off point. This morning, it was this from Austin Kleon …

I walked around the house with this in mind, thinking how I’ve been “stuck” recently … with so many projects that I can’t choose which to work on, so I do nothing.
Which brought to mind Remember 2016

http://imgoingtotexas.blogspot.com/search/label/Remember%202016

where one small patch a day added up to something worthwhile.
And the Peace Pin Project
which likewise became more than the sum of its parts.
So I sat down, tore off a bit of cloth, and wrote “each day one small thing” …

which is what Austin Kleon’s quote had become in my mind.
But as I started to stitch I realized that my days, the good ones anyway, add up to far more than one thing. By the time I started stitching this I had already made myself breakfast, read the paper, started a load of wash, called (and called and called and called) my senators …

through ten minutes of busy signals and voice mail boxes before getting through to live staffers and lodging my opposition to the insanity they call tax reform.
And so the cloth got edited and became “each day many small things.”
I’ll probably have more to say about that, hopefully soon. For now, I’m going to go do some small things …

Thank-full

We’ve been working the land, which has made for a long dry spell both stitch and blog-wise. But on Thanksgiving day I was determined to do at least one small thing, so I asked G for some help.  

“I’ve got this new cloth with lots of colors. What should I use?”
G considered and chose “the purple right here.”
“Well then, what thread should I use?”
“Orange, like a longhorn.”
Well, of course. So as we “rested” I stitched my recollection of 1 Thessalonians 5:18 that a long-ago boss particularly liked because it is often misconstrued as “be thankful for everything no matter what” but makes more sense as:
“Be thankful in all things”

And among many other things, I am indeed thankful that I connected with FASA: Fiber Artists of San Antonio
who had a “cobweb sale” at their last monthly meeting. There I found Jean Dahlgren 
selling $5 bags of hand-dyed cloth …

and a room-full of living breathing kindred spirits. And when I learned that they had Elaine Lipson (yes, she of The Slow Cloth Manifesto
at FASA’s last monthly meeting, I wondered why I’ve waited so long.  
Anyway, getting back to Thanksgiving. G and I also crafted a cherry pie together (it’s the one with the circles on top) …

Sadly, dinner didn’t make it on to the photo roll as we were too busy eating, drinking, and making merry. But a post-dinner lap nap …

and a first-ever ukulele lesson, complete with rousing rendition of Old MacDonald had a Farm …

were captured for posterity.
Last, but far from least, we returned home to find this waiting for us in the mail …

a hand-wrought gift of fall foliage from Pam, a long-time friend who (with husband Wade) recently made the trek from their home in Colorado to visit us in the Hill Country. I envy her fall leaves …

and hope we’ll get to experience the beauty of their place someday.
Now “we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden” …

The tipping point

Dana’s word, shown here yesterday, was and is open.

Dana is a lover of words and the words she shared in this post …

http://ravenandsparrow.typepad.com/raven_and_sparrow/2017/09/imagine-peace.html

speak volumes. And yes, her word is there, at the end.

Read it and read it again. Then vow to answer the call.

Because the world seems to be at a tipping point on this equinoctal day. We need to do all we can to tip it in the right direction …