tiny tapestries pulling me on

A year ago, 
the first of January
fell on a Tuesday--

and the blog post from that day
​is all about the making of tiny books.

In fact, 
when I checked out my blog archives
I noticed that the whole month of  January 2019--
indeed the entire year--
(for though I may sometimes scoff
at the impositions
of human-imposed calendars,
and work on official holidays,
weeks, months and years
do provide a useful framework,

--not unlike a loom,
or a four selvedge warp
within whose limits
a gal can experiment to her hearts content,
changing her mind,
from orange to pink
​as she will),

--the entire year,
(as I was saying),
is punctuated
by the making
of little tapestries,

most of which
​have become tiny books,

which in turn
have become tiny diaries,

within which
I have drawn comics 
of me weaving,

coloring each drawing
with K Jodi Gear's
​hand made watercolors,

the creation of which
provides
not only materials for more tapestries,

but also inspiration
for said tapestries
​as well.
​How meta is that?

Here's hoping
I can stick to the point
with fewer parenthetical
and/or creative
asides
in 2020.

Or maybe not?

Who knows.
Except to start off this New Year's Eve,
I'll leave you with a photo of Heptys in waiting--
 so beautiful, all lined up--
and delicious to test --
a highlight of the holiday--
for what could be more satisfying
than possibility--
 intense haptic delight in the moment--
while making yarn
that will provide similar pleasure
​in the future?