I am in this secret space of swirling, spinning, whispering, singing - makings.
Time ceases to exist in that studio space.
There is day and night and rain and clouds.
Morning and sunset.
But it is all one long happening.
Lost in the making of things.
Sewing little pieces by hand, finishing up the frocks.
Chatting with my wee lass, as she sits on one of the workbenches in the studio.
I cup her face in my hands.
Talking to her.
Telling her about her whole new outfit that has been tea stained and air dried.
With tiniest lace details.
And lots of love.
I take breaks from sewing and get utterly lost in jewel makings.
I tell myself it's time to wrap it up and take pics, but I get engulfed in the addiction of making.
It's like I can't stop.
I like shiny things and sparkly things and fairy clanking sounds of body adornments layered in nonsensical gobs.
Only the cracking sky makes me look up and take a walk.
The air is laced with sand.
I close my eyes and cocoon myself with my arms as a dust devil whips around me.
Hair and gown billowing in the wind.
The sky turns a dusty sepia.
I watch clouds get airbrushed by nature.
I see faces.
Profiles.
Do you?
Faces peeking out of the sky through the clouds, hovering above faintest rainbow.
The winds break my garden umbrellas, and throw someone's baby swimming pool way down the road, right outside of my gate.
The thunder and lighting bash around, and the lights flicker.
It pours rain two streets over.
But would you believe, never on me.
The next night, I chase lightning around.
I let the cool breeze whip me around, and I am delighted.
And then again, no rain on my patch of earth, but rain 100 steps away from me.
Weird silly ridiculous rain times.
I look at the blue sky through storm clouds.
And then I realize...
Even in stormiest weather, the blue sky is always there.
No matter how dark or torrential things get, right above it all, is the blue sky.
Just like life.
If we always know the blue sky is there, and rotten things are just storms that will pass -
Then maybe hurdles can be easier?
I don't know.
Just my own way of coping in life's weirdness I suppose.
I like to think the blue sky is always there, somewhere.
Night falls and I share my chair and ottoman with a giant lizard.
He leaves quickly though.
I sit on the front porch watching clouds and lightning with Matty and Miles.
As Mister Lovee runs around doing who knows what.
I so enjoy the swaying fairy lights over the butterfly bush.
Then I notice lots of things flying around the butterfly bush.
About 8 or so.
I get up close and notice it's a whole hummingbird moth familia.
They are so big!
So, I paparazzi them.
Of course, I have to be careful...
Because those fluttering wings want me to start a whole other painting project.
When I am still in the midst of another.
And truth be told.
I have waaay too many projects going at once right now.
So, I best figure out how to wrap one up.
Thing is...
I am so obsessed and in love with the making of things right now, that I can't stop.
And when I am not making, I am getting into all manner of shenanigans in the garden.
Or just generally harassing people around me :-)
For example, I have taken that saying about glitter to heart...
"Life is short, use more glitter."
So, in order to implement this, I chase people around, my sister and Mister Lovee in particular, with spray glitter.
They think they hate it, but honestly, when you are headed to a meeting and dinner later, and your sister spray glitters you, shouldn't you thank her?
Even if she chases you around, spray glitters your car and your whole back side as you try to get away?
I mean honestly, how ungrateful could a person be?
(hee hee)
To go around town sparkling as such is a good thing.
Imagine how special one should feel?
Sparkling around town?
Don't you think?
So, if you come near me, I'll spray glitter you.
You woulnd't mind, would you?
My sister keeps asking me if I am crazy.
But I ask, who wouldn't want to wear glitter?
Now that, that is what I call crazy.
:-)
Loove, V
