I can't believe how long it took me to follow up on my last blog post, but there has been a lot going on around here. Since my last post, all this has happened:
- My husband gave notice at his job.
- We gave notice to our landlords--out by January 15th.
- We will be moving to....um...Portland probably? Unless one of us gets a job somewhere else in the meantime.
- I submitted a piece for publication and was accepted.
- I applied as a vendor to a local Waldorf craft fair.
- Jane had a nightmare and could articulate and discuss it for the first time.
- I heard one of my oldest, dearest friends is pregnant.
- Life, and other things.
I have so many projects in the queue right now, and the holiday season is about to begin. Not to mention all the doctors appointments I'm trying to squeeze in for everyone before we lose our good insurance, etc. I'm not even bothering to think about packing right now. And my wonderful inlaws are coming. And it's almost Jane's birthday. And my nephew's. And Thanksgiving.......
Phew! I'll try to pull it together and get back to blogging. I mean, my poor mother in law is visiting this site daily, sometimes more than once (I have Google analytics), and there have been NO NEW PHOTOS OF JANE. Honestly! I'm ashamed.
Anyway, we're just coming around from the intensity of our week of decision making. You know how it goes--around and around and around until you're at least pretty sure you're making the right decision. But it required some serious down time for the brain to recover. I allowed myself an entire day of being a poor mother and housewife, which is to say I didn't do dishes or clean or fold laundry; I didn't make sure we got outside or ate well. We ate a lot of pumpkin muffins (pretty healthy, actually) and Ikea ginger cookies (I buy them for the tins) and laid around looking at the sun coming in the windows, or the rain filling the sky and coating the house. With my brain clouded, the details of our little world seemed sharper somehow.
And this is what happened when Jane burst into my studio and shouted, "Let's make a baby!" As her father removed her from the premises, I gave myself a 15 minute challenge and came up with this, using a rejected head (too soft, thus the old lady chin), a piece of roving I found on the floor, some wool and the end of a felted sweater sleeve.
She's not so bad, really, for a prototype. I'll be tweaking this idea.
It's quite difficult to photograph her right now. She is in motion.
It's hard to photograph anything when she's around, because she snatches at the camera to see the screen. I can't believe what a big girl she is. She gives so much to me. She makes everything worthwhile. And when she can sit still for it, she does the greatest tea and sympathy.