Saturday, December 24, 2011

silly poetry~things white and blue

It has been sometime..
I am aware...

But there have been things to do..
and I have much to share...

white things..
things to wrap..

a little angel
up very tight..

and something in blue..
for a little girl true..

and a tree that was chosen..
with definite care..

stockings were hung..

and a wish..
to be made..
to you..and yours..
may it be Merry & Bright...

From me to you..
with love and affection...
I'll be back soon..
I have gathered quite a collection..

(silly poetry by me..have a beautiful Holiday~xo)

Monday, October 24, 2011

t..& honey~

a cup of fragrant tea.. steaming ~

and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast,
bread...cut thick,very brown on both sides..
with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops,
like honey from the honeycomb...

talking in warm kitchens,
of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings,
of the honeyed sun that still lights the evenings.
of the air that has turned chilly..

of the sweet sound of the bees that are no longer audible...
comfort drips like honey ....
and life seems large enough to hold me..
this ..

honeyed loop....
large enough...

to wrap your soul..
textured like a honeycomb...

loose or wrapped..
surrounded ...quite comfortably so~

Monday, October 10, 2011

some things need no words

“Why do we embroider everything we say

with special emphasis

when all we really need to do

is simply say what

needs to be said?

Of course

the fact is

that there is very little that needs

to be said.”

Charles Bukowski



and ....



all that...



needs said....



right now...



is...


thank you,al~x

Monday, September 19, 2011

a study in texture....

“What do I make of all this texture?
What does it mean about the kind of world in which I have been set down?
The texture of the world, its filigree and scrollwork,
means that there is the possibility for beauty here,
a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity,
which opens to my knock,
which answers in me a call I do not remember calling,
and which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit I seek.”
Annie Dillard

the seasons are changing....
a season full of the texture of the world..
a season of filigree and scrollwork...
inexhaustibly complex....
will soon be opening to my knock....

a study in texture...
fibers...from a recent journey..
fibers from afar..
kakishibu cotton..
ami ito-from persimmon extract...
jersey tape..
kasuri linen paper...

such interesting names...
such interesting fibers..
combined...
layered..
wild..
extravagant...

so what does this mean?
everything I had envisioned...
the nature of this knit....
was all I was seeking....
has answered a call...

it is wrapped and worn...
and now....
autumn is near.....
a season of texture.

[pattern:Chinese Inspired Top...Setsuko Torii,fibers from Habu]

Friday, August 19, 2011

wrapped up~

"We can’t get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions...
that we miss the simple beauty of the truth." Deb Caletti (Stay)
 
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and the truth is..
I am wrapped up.... in my own little truth...
in that, there is no misconception

and there is simple beauty..
that is wrapped as well..

and texture ...wrapped ...

and things...simple beautiful things...
treasures from another trip... to be unwrapped...

and in the unwrapping..
there are no misconceptions...

My Atlantic is calling....I must leave again.she smiles...she smiles.....

...for those who want to know..
the top was made from some fabulous cotton bought here...
and the pattern is VogueV8323....simple..
and I love it..
and oh..
the color is oyster...most appropriate,wouldn't you agree?..
.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

looped.....

A project of crossing lines..
to form a loop..
a never ending circle..
of soft grey...

whorled..
curled...

hung...
draped

a ringlet...
around and around..

worn..
with loose abandon..

the project starts..
the project ends..
the loop..
has come full circle...

Sunday, June 26, 2011

a composition sustained~


"Whether people are fully conscious of this or not,
they actually derive countenance
and sustenance from the 'atmosphere' of the things they live in or with.
They are rooted in them just as a plant is in the soil in which it is planted."
A.A.Bühlmann


I sit near the window...
in the early morning light...
a cup of tea....

and some buttons...

I sit..
finishing...
rooted in the atmosphere...

and for a moment I watch..
a house wren feeding her newest one 
one just out of the nest..
mouth open...waiting,trusting..accepting of nourishment...

I retained my countenance...
fully conscious of the ways I have..
been sustained...fed..by the hands of beautiful friends
this yarn...

these buttons...

sustenance for the soul...
and
for the body~

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

the laughter of time~woven

"No story is a straight line.
The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex,
too distorted by the laughter of time
and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line
into it's system of laws."

Pat Conroy (Beach Music)

A story..
a life..
imperfect and complex...

I am bewildered by the time that has passed..
the intricacies of fate...
that have kept me from..
this safe haven of mine.

time...
woven..

into a system where laws do not
take precedence..
where...
in a moment of courage..
you embark on a task with
tenderness and faith...

the geometry...
the lines...
each one..
a delicate thread...
reaching..stretching...
farther...

you allow the lines to form..
take shape..
and you laugh..
at the simplicity of the story..
a story of color and form..
of airiness that surrounds the whole...

a system of lines..
dancing across your heart...
delicate threads that form strong bonds...

a story..
of my life.

Monday, April 18, 2011

time~

It was a quiet time...

a time for spring...
a time for blooms..

a time for birthdays...

a time to gather the tools...
draw out the plans...

and fulfill the promise...

a promise made long ago...
for a sewing time...

and in my quiet..
the lines came together...
and a birthday gift was created for...
the one who thought...
the promise would never be kept~

it just had to be the right time you see~