On Fringe

This bag has been percolating in my heart for quite a while... months, easily. It was cut free-form, no pattern, planning and stitching as it came together. I used a ruler 2 times, only when necessary to the purse's stability.

Intuition lead the charge. Hand punched holes, stitched one by one with red nylon thread. Fringe, moving and swaying as I cut each strip. The tassel, added to the bottom for even more movement and a touch of weight.

The result, an across the body purse, made of the softest sea foam-blue leather. Secured with stitching and rivets, a veggie tanned strap, left nearly naked to encourage patina & age, woven through the sides. More stitching, echoing heart beats, more fringe swaying down the side.

This bag is for one who rocks in her walk, is smooth & tough, full of determination. She walks straight and tall, confident, at the end of the day, that she will survive it all.

Doves were in my heart with every moment.

Summer wool

Remember this wool? Well, after a few nights of tredling, a movie of plying, a quick bath and drip dry- I've made yarn.  Once again, this natural magic amazes my hands and calms my heart.

 The yarn is made up of different sheeps' wool, from a study I did years ago.  Long enough that I don't know exactly who is in this blend... Some Shetland for sure, maybe Polypay and Icelandic... Either way, it's thick and thin, soft and warm.

 Warm is not something I'm trying to do right now, summer is upon us here in North Carolina. I'm thinking about adding this to the shop... I have so much yarn, more than I know what to do with.  If it's singing your name, let me know and we can work something out. I'd rather give you lovely people first dibs on everything I make.

These Hosta blooms is the reason I know summer is here. I didn't know they bloomed until I moved here, I love their tall, lavender petals.