I dreamed I would be able
to spend the month of August
reading novels,
relishing the dailyness of home,
to the the myriad tempting ideas
that had been tickling my brain.
Luckily, many of those ideas
had to do with spinning,
(which allows me to read at the same time),
except when I'm spinning flax,
(which means putting down my book),
or learning new tunes,
(which--usually--means
putting down the spindle),
or sitting quietly in the shade
listening to the birds
with a cup of tea
(which means neither book nor spindle
but maybe some knitting).
I had hoped to do some sewing
but then I'd have to put down EVERYTHING else!
I can see that holding my shoes
while running barefoot,
is probably the only way
I managed to avoid the temptation
of attempting to spin and run
at the same time.
that the juice of the yellow plums
from our tree in the hell strip
is so sweet and sticky
that yarn, concertina,
and the current novel
could not be in the kitchen
while said fruit was prepared
for winter consumption.
are not yarn friendly--
though the now dry weld
will someday transform
unknown skeins
into spectacular yellows
(or greens with the help of indigo and/or iron).
if she's sufficiently half-assed
while cleaning the house for visitors,
carve out a moment
or two
of elemental pleasure.
Dust? Whatever.
Water, coffee, salad, spindle and a book
at the same time?
Yes, indeed.
certainly not long time readers of this blog--
or anyone who has read
the post before this one--
or has happened to click
on the word Handspinning
in the sidebar to the right--
(as slowly as I possibly can),
or to make something with that yarn,
Though sometimes
the depth of my entrancement
still surprises me.
though I did not get around
to making myself
a new pair of pants*
from those finally-too-worn-to-mend
sides-to-middled linen sheets,
or learn all the tunes I dreamed of,
it has been an exquisite
and deliciously yarn-centric August,
at home on the Palouse.
I'm so glad
I didn't need
or want
to be
anywhere else.
*And anyway,
I have plenty of Sarah-Dippity skirts to wear.
Many of this month's comics
indicate that I wore the short wool ones
as often as the long one I made just for summer!
in future posts
about the specifics
of my August explorations
(not least, what feels like an improvement
in my flax spinning),
so stay tuned.
I may not, for a time
be able to blog quite as consistently
as I have in the past.
I'll still aim for every Tuesday,
but if I don't make it
know that I'm probably making yarn,
drawing pictures of whatever is going on,
and will be back to tell you about it.
ps -- Remember, too,
that you can visit the archives
(links on the right)
if you need more glimpses
into this yarnish life
because really,
though every inch of yarn feels fresh,
I keep coming back
to the same old elemental bliss.