an attempt to grab creativity amidst the chaos.

My paintings always like visitors at

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Hey sweet Bloggy peeps.

I apologize for abandoning our one-way love affair.

I'm just flying in for a quick update to say,
I'm having a little bloggy crisis.
(Oh hyperbole- how I love thee.
 More moment than crisis,
 but CRISIS sounds so much more octane!!!)
As you may know,
we're moving in a month or so.
So, my studio has become pack central.
And...this is the hand-to-forehead part...
In the frenzy of pack, thrift, donate, junk I have
acquired a distaste for ...stuff.
Now the craft-crisis is twofold.
I get mounds and piles and crates of joy
from making stuff.
Using my creativity in small ways keeps me from
going bonkers
(more bonkers)
So, that's good.
But in this moment all I want is nothing.
White everything. Space. Quiet.
I packed up 80% of the kids toys pre open house
with the plan to unpack them once we move house...
but I am awash with glee because
 I DON'T miss them
and the kids barely do.
So a pox on stuff !!!!
And, arguably that's bad for the making machine.
And so, I don't want to make stuff right now.
My kids will "need" stuff I get.
my oldest is...'particular' so loathes it all right now.
So I will pause a little.
Pack some boxes,
play in puddles,
look at bugs, 
witness some other peoples art,
pick tiny berries
hang with self professed goof balls
and wait until the grand unpack.
I promise this is not a break up.
Just a slowing of pace.


 Truth be told,
if I don't make it, I'll probably break it.
So making will resume. 

After more goofballs.

Thanks for showing up.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Summer: Bring It!

And it's summer time!
 For those faire followers who have hung out
here at Fly & Nest for awhile,
it will come as a shock that I have made
a weather appropriate item.
 when the heat of summer begins to bare down
I find myself time and time again, wool shopping.
when I'm 27 months pregnant,
 heavy with child and light of charm
  my earlobes sweating...
I think nothing of piecing together
multi layered quilts that involve nimble body as well as acute wit.
Neither of which I possess in the aforementioned state.
I now dear reader find myself strangely willing
 to over share with you a little
about my pleasures in bed...
Certainly, I've lost you now...:)
These pleasures typically involve sleep
and very very heavy duvets,
not realllly appropriate for summer-
or so my sweetie argues.
There are few things better to my mind than
drifting off to sleep crushed by the weight of a
1 million lb duvet.
Plant a fat house cat on top of the pile,
and swoon...I am at rest.
If I lived in the snow 24-7, I would sleep all day
(my thousands of children would by fine)
But here, here in this land,
there is summer.
And, a sane sweetie,
and therefore....
a quilt.
(complete with the vital stuffy pocket)
Not for me
 (for I have too many...see notation quilting and 3 pregnancies).
But for Her:
For she is the middle.
Not forgotten,
certainly, but the most easy going,
and therefore exploited as such.
For Nu, who I love and adore
who shall at last be crushed NO more
by duvet of heft and weight you see
she may not love this as much as me.


Tho curly of lock, and eye of blue

the wiggliest of child and sweetest are you.
A quilt all your own for summer and aft
and now off you must go, dear stinker, to bath!