at last, a room of my own

a room of my own, well almost since it will also serve as a guest room. a sunlit room

my play room, my imaginary world, my own crafty museum

a room for all the crafty goodies out there; sticky ones, mushy ones, wooden, paper, fabric, wooly even mineral ones to go wild with.

the only thing lacking is the worktable; my maestro keeps putting it off. no worries, plenty to keep me busy with needle and thread....

as you can see from this vintage inspired needlebook i worked on for two twilight evenings in the company of james and helen herriot and sigfried and tristan of "all creatures great and small".

and then sticking to the commitment to finish all the unfinished while new ideas whirl into my brain from all those wonderful photos i run into on kindred blogs.  

of late

Sarah Moon and Christine of Gentlework

and ellen benson who i met in oaxaca

who makes the most fabulous dumpster divas as she calls them.

oaxaca is still in my veins

as i continue to explore their love of religious art

one of my inexplicable loves too since my father was an agnostic and my mother a non-practicing catholic.

and in between, i make small getaways to the ranch to pick blood oranges

and feathers and mysterious shards of pottery

and stops at the local fruit stands

for strawberries, avicados and fresh flowers.

life is one long string of little knots of beauty.