& it's true
my branches they turn to you
asking you, do you love me too?
^it resonates and i am struck like a drum. still humming.
I like Alessi's Ark.
And Laura Marling.
I saw them in concert on Thursday and it was just so lovely, so much talent! So much british accent fun! Can't get enough.
I'll be going back to that space to see Ben Rector soon with Nors, which will be amazing.
Today I put all my summer clothes in boxes and brought out my sweaters.
Good riddance!
Ready for this lovely lovely weather. I didn't even mind the rain today, just bundled up and wore my summer shoes for the last time. In the box they go! Huzzah!
Rosie Thomas is perfect for rainy mornings, so I listened to her very early on the way to work.
One of her Christmas songs randomly played and I was filled with an inexpressible flash of Christmas joy. Nearly bawled like a crazy person briefly, but I kept it together.
Apparently we'll be having more rain these next few days.
This gives you a nice opportunity to turn on some Rosie. Take advantage of it.
I keep a notebook by my bed and I've been scribbling in it nightly.
It's either genius or rubbish.
I see no middle ground.
There rarely is, I suppose.
I usually find middle ground to be rubbish anyhow, because it's neither here nor there.
Sarah colored my hair red over the weekend.
That girl.
I was thinking more of a subtle red, more brown than anything,
but she picked out a RED color.
So, we did it.
I'm grateful for the ways she pushes me.
[And I do mean in other ways besides coloring my hair.]
She's an excellent friend to have around.
We have some adventures.
We also have some wine.
Anyhow.
More than anything I feel like going for a bike ride.
You game?
Tomorrow then, we'll be off, rain or shine.
We'll bring our umbrellas and hot chocolate in a thermos.
9.26.2011
9.20.2011
one hundred. ninety three.
::Visual interest post::
I could ramble on & on about work.
So here are things not work related.
Decided to clean up my crafty yarn area [a total wreck] & i found this sort of lopsided piece.
Rather than finishing my cleaning, I did this.
Sidenote: for some reason I think grey on grey is hilarious. I always chuckle a little to myself. I also realize that it's unusually flattering pairing a cardigan with sweatpants.
I also did this. Completely unoriginal. Found it on a blog. Loved it. Copied it.
Another one.
My mom commented that I should put up family pictures instead of random people I don't know from ages ago.
However, I like random people I don't know.
I have also been making friends with this machine. Although seemingly idiot proof, I have a knack for getting lost in the bobbins and bits. Such a patient, lovely machine though. Does most of the work. I'm taking a sewing e-course and made my first project without a hitch. Success!
One of my 4 suitcases of tricks. By "tricks" I mean random crap that is thrown in there with the hopes of creating something interesting. Most of it has been sitting there for eons, although that top layer is relatively new.
My keys! Found them at the flea market. Had to have them.
Jolly fun. Laura Marling concert on Thursday which I am just wriggling with excitement over, followed by a weekend with Sarah.We plan on crafting, going to art shows and apple orchards and maybe making a batch of homemade chai.
Have I mentioned that fall is my favorite?
9.12.2011
one hundred. ninety two.
When things get confusing, I often think of running.
Not necessarily away from
or towards
but just running.
I try to reach my hands out & hold on to too many different things
which gets confusing.
Plus
when you are holding on to things in all directions
you don't make very much progress in any of them.
you know?
There was a weary man in the shop the other day.
He lost his job.
His voice was chipper when he ordered his coffee
Oh,
he'll make do.
He'll get by.
He sat down in the leather chair to read his book.
Ahh.
Relaxation.
Unemployment isn't so bad.
But his eyes weren't reading.
they were watching
and staring.
He was focusing on everything
& nothing all at once.
I smiled at him on my way out the door.
He didn't smile back, lost in thought.
Middle-aged, alone and jobless.
This isn't how it's supposed to be.
She gets giddy when she thinks of him
when he calls
when he walks in the door.
He returns none of her affection
and shrugs off her touch.
When she is driving
she is sad.
she takes long drags off cheap cigarettes
smoothing her hopeful skirt
hopeful that he will for once take notice.
He doesn't.
One more cigarette while she waits for his call.
Young, spirited and lonely.
This isn't how it's supposed to be.
At times I am struck motionless and near thoughtless by the sheer, overcrowding JOY of life. Those moments hold too much, I am nearly lifted off the ground, they carry me.
Other times I am struck by the weight of things decidedly...askew. It can be unsettling. They catch me off-guard, like the man in the chair who suddenly seemed to be the saddest picture in this world, sadder than hungry children in Africa you see in those commercials.
When I end posts like this I often feel like I should end with something "Christian," like - "good thing I find my hope in the Lord." or some Bible verse or inspirational quote. And even though these are all very good and true, I don't want to use it as a band-aid. Some little affected tidbit.
I know, innately, where my hope lies. I recognize longings as restlessness searching for Him. I see that my desire to see things right is not chance and it's not my doing.
But I also know that not all thoughts end in Bible verses. It doesn't always seem genuine, or fitting, to close off as such. The weight needs to settle in a little. It makes the joy in the morning that much more joyful. Moments of grace are truer and more beautiful. This, I am thankful for.
Not necessarily away from
or towards
but just running.
I try to reach my hands out & hold on to too many different things
which gets confusing.
Plus
when you are holding on to things in all directions
you don't make very much progress in any of them.
you know?
There was a weary man in the shop the other day.
He lost his job.
His voice was chipper when he ordered his coffee
Oh,
he'll make do.
He'll get by.
He sat down in the leather chair to read his book.
Ahh.
Relaxation.
Unemployment isn't so bad.
But his eyes weren't reading.
they were watching
and staring.
He was focusing on everything
& nothing all at once.
I smiled at him on my way out the door.
He didn't smile back, lost in thought.
Middle-aged, alone and jobless.
This isn't how it's supposed to be.
She gets giddy when she thinks of him
when he calls
when he walks in the door.
He returns none of her affection
and shrugs off her touch.
When she is driving
she is sad.
she takes long drags off cheap cigarettes
smoothing her hopeful skirt
hopeful that he will for once take notice.
He doesn't.
One more cigarette while she waits for his call.
Young, spirited and lonely.
This isn't how it's supposed to be.
At times I am struck motionless and near thoughtless by the sheer, overcrowding JOY of life. Those moments hold too much, I am nearly lifted off the ground, they carry me.
Other times I am struck by the weight of things decidedly...askew. It can be unsettling. They catch me off-guard, like the man in the chair who suddenly seemed to be the saddest picture in this world, sadder than hungry children in Africa you see in those commercials.
When I end posts like this I often feel like I should end with something "Christian," like - "good thing I find my hope in the Lord." or some Bible verse or inspirational quote. And even though these are all very good and true, I don't want to use it as a band-aid. Some little affected tidbit.
I know, innately, where my hope lies. I recognize longings as restlessness searching for Him. I see that my desire to see things right is not chance and it's not my doing.
But I also know that not all thoughts end in Bible verses. It doesn't always seem genuine, or fitting, to close off as such. The weight needs to settle in a little. It makes the joy in the morning that much more joyful. Moments of grace are truer and more beautiful. This, I am thankful for.
9.07.2011
one hundred. ninety one.
I feel like the autumn is my spring. I feel reborn once cooler weather hits.
My steps are lighter, I drink warm soy chai and generally feel an overwhelming sense of joy.
It hasn't even been that cool, but when I leave for work at 5 a.m. it's nice and chilly.
Which has incidentally made me realize that the heat in my car doesn't work.
Sort of a killjoy, but I won't let it spoil my delight in busting out my fall boots and mittens.
I've been working my patookie off and dealing with fun customers who say things like:
"So, you know how to run a business, right?"
This is the same guy who makes us put cream cheese on his bagel for him as he stands there and fill us in on his wretched life. He used to be big. His cd was sold in Best Buy. What a hotshot.
Now he has a one gagillion square foot house all to himself. What a drag.
I've been trying to split my time up between doing "manager" things at work, doing fun customer stuff at work and getting my crafty-craft on to make the place more homey.
I am realizing very quickly how delicate this balance is.
Also, so enjoying it.
I put The Weepies and David Gray and The Head and the Heart on our coffee house playlist so I listen to good tunes while cutting out felt leaves.
Sometimes I can't believe how fortunate I am.
Yesterday I wrote a song about quilts while driving in the car and recorded it on my phone on the way home.
I think this means that I am anxious to test out my new sewing machine, but have been way too busy to touch it. It's sitting so hopeful on my desk.
Renegade craft fair on Saturday. Someone hide my wallet, please.
My steps are lighter, I drink warm soy chai and generally feel an overwhelming sense of joy.
It hasn't even been that cool, but when I leave for work at 5 a.m. it's nice and chilly.
Which has incidentally made me realize that the heat in my car doesn't work.
Sort of a killjoy, but I won't let it spoil my delight in busting out my fall boots and mittens.
I've been working my patookie off and dealing with fun customers who say things like:
"So, you know how to run a business, right?"
This is the same guy who makes us put cream cheese on his bagel for him as he stands there and fill us in on his wretched life. He used to be big. His cd was sold in Best Buy. What a hotshot.
Now he has a one gagillion square foot house all to himself. What a drag.
I've been trying to split my time up between doing "manager" things at work, doing fun customer stuff at work and getting my crafty-craft on to make the place more homey.
I am realizing very quickly how delicate this balance is.
Also, so enjoying it.
I put The Weepies and David Gray and The Head and the Heart on our coffee house playlist so I listen to good tunes while cutting out felt leaves.
Sometimes I can't believe how fortunate I am.
Yesterday I wrote a song about quilts while driving in the car and recorded it on my phone on the way home.
I think this means that I am anxious to test out my new sewing machine, but have been way too busy to touch it. It's sitting so hopeful on my desk.
Renegade craft fair on Saturday. Someone hide my wallet, please.
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