Second Storie's Indie Market 2009 has come to a close. I'm still spinning from the weekend. It was, by far, our most successful show yet. I'm so grateful to everyone who joined us this year. Our vendors were beyond spectacular, and we couldn't have hoped for better crowds coming to shop.
I'm taking a bit of time to myself this week, recovering. I'm trying to let myself relax a little bit. To enjoy watching a movie. Not knitting while half-watching, mostly listening to a movie. To talk with H.M. about something other than the list of things I have to do before I can go to bed. To spend time cooking again, not just making food to have something to eat.
To find balance again.
k

shorter days again.

much has been keeping me busy lately, with preparing for second storie's upcoming indie market from both sides...
as it gets a bit cooler here i will be enjoying the process of creating, warm tea in hand, hopefully being able to steal away for an autumn walk or two...

what dear sisters shall do...

(sis and i have been quietly working on something together. this tiny peek is all i will give, for now.)

thirty years and counting

peace amidst a whole wonderful mess of interruptions

every time i sit at this ancient, slow machine my patience wanes as i check my email etc., and i can't sit long enough even to write a quick post about the fabulous soup h.m. spent 24 hours+ making, or the wonderfully crafty adventure i'm embarking on with dear old sis, or all the engaging books i'm reading that have set my internal dialogue into overdrive, or how i can't wait to finish the sweater i'm knitting out of the most luscious kid mohair, or how finally watching the movie Into the Wild has left me terribly twisted up inside, even days later, but it's okay because Mamma Mia! will be on again soon.
so my oh my.
but on this day, with this peaceful morning spent getting some work done, i seem to be in synch with the chaos and interruptions.
good day.
k

living and enjoying

i've been performing some wonderful feats of escape lately... from what am i trying to get away? the answer changes daily, and the success is varied. maybe overall i'm just trying to escape from the looming sense that i want a better idea of what's going to happen than i really have.
where does this idea that i need to know how it all works out even come from? surely my logic tells me that no one knows, that we're all floundering. and if we're all in the same state of disarray, grasping for something safe, then we're all just as easily in the same perfect state of calm, sure footing abound.
there must be some comfort in this? scratch that. there is much comfort in this.
it is humans who love company, not misery. and i have loved my company of late.
k

it is so so late.. but it was a good visit.

"how to embrace everything all of life?!-maybe we both just need bigger arms..."

indeed.
a good night to you (n.), and to you all.

a gift from the ants?

i spent most of this day moving more of my things to and from... i'm finding myself more at home in the new place, as my favorite things are slowly making the journey. it has been lovely to watch for h.m's reaction to the new things arriving daily; a lamp or two here, a cupboard of tea there. mostly he gives me a satisfied nod and smile, recognizing that this space was lacking without my things.
a more troublesome adjustment has been with the ants who have found their way up to this fifth of floors, through the bedroom, along the living room wall and into the kitchen. and back. they have surprised (and fascinated) me in their determination, and i have surprised myself in my ruthlessness.

on a much more bizarre and heretofore unexplained note (hee hee. note), a fifty dollar bill appeared on our bedroom floor last night. neither h.m. nor i can remember the last time we even had a fifty dollar bill, let alone one that would have gone un-missed to then turn up now, completely out of nowhere. it is mystery that has sparked guy ritchie-esque schemes in my imagination, with hookers, maitre d's, and money hidden in drop-ceiling tiles... though as a believer in accam's razor, i should be more convinced that it was left as a peace offering from the ants.
i will take it as such, and terminate the poisoning.
and tonight, h.m. and i will enjoy the dinner-and-movie date that is long overdue... with our new $50.
k