It's the time of year for death, isn't it? The fall leaves are, well, falling. The last of the apples dropped out of the tree in the back yard. Even the days die earlier. Dia de los Muertos approaches. Decay is the word of the day. This is Tuesday Sky (my own take on Saturday Sky). That's the view over the fence between my yard and my neighbor's, looking roughly east. I just love the way it is laden with berries; when the breeze blows through its branches, the dry rustling of the leaves sounds to me like a rainstick.
Why all the gloom? No reason. I woke up to the anticipated daily love note from Cole on the kitchen dry erase board, and this offering of heart-shaped rocks he left by my laptop. He finds these everywhere, the sweetie; I have a whole collection of them on the counter.
Just contempletive today, is all. Doesn't that seem apropos as autumn sets in around here? I think so. We don't get strong seasons here in Humboldt, but the weather chills, Farmer's Market closes in on the end of another season, and we bunker-down for winter. Time to turn inward.
Or maybe that's not it at all. Maybe it's the "Soulless Pucker" Monster Hat from Insubordiknit I started last night. That felted face is kinda ghostly, I think. I've had the kit for an eon or more, and been meaning to knit it up. I make so many hats that I give away, side prizes at our local disc golf tournaments, but it has been awhile since I made myself one. The little sequin bits are proving somewhat troublesome; can't quite figure out how to keep them from bunching and being scratchy. But the yarn is wonderful; if you haven't seen her handspun yarns, you are missing out.
Also on the knitting front: this is a picture of the finally-finished bobbles for the Bobbles, Bobbles Everywhere Bag. Well, not finished finished; I still have to stuff 'em and stitch 'em closed. But at least they are knit, all 192 of them. Getting so close to being ready to felt this sucker up; my first felting foray. I'm going to diverge from the pattern a bit, and felt the parts seperately, rather than after the bobbles are attached as suggested. I think (I hope) this will allow for a more even felting overall. You can check out Celeste's (almost) finished bag at the KAL site.
Yesterday, Tom the postman brought me a package. Although it didn't contain the anxiously awaited fiber from my Buggin' Out swap partner (where are you??), it did hold this vintage tooled leather handbag I purchased from Barbe of Saints and Sinners. She does artyarn, jewelry, and mixed media pieces, and she sells some vintage stuff too. I need to clean the inside of the bag out a bit, and the upholstery tacks don't all much, but she's got a lot of life left in her. I'm a sucker for vintage crap. (Are you reading this, Secret Pal? That's some good inside info I just gave you there.)
This last-but-not-least photo is the earring rack my sweetie made me over the weekend. I've been desperately needing a better system for storing my earrings; until now I've utilized the tried-and-true tangled-mess-on-the-desk method. Now I have a lovely, purple organizer for the wall, keeping them all neat and tidy. Thanks, Poodle!
I also had a wonderful phone conversation yesterday with Natasha, of Luxe. We've been commenting on each others' blogs a lot lately, and have done a couple of swaps, and we've escalated into long chats now. She is a great inspiration to me; her yarns are wonderful, and she is generous in sharing her spinning experience. Thanks for sharin', N!
Guess that's enough of the blahblahblah. Felt like I needed to make up for my lame post yesterday. But now I'm off to do some stuff so I'll have something to post about tomorrow. Ciao!