The day warmed up quite a bit, the sun came out and I walked. I love this time of year, trees just starting to leaf out, dogwood under way, the last of the daffodils, birds busy singing and making nests.
Home again I set to work playing with wire and weaving. I'd put away the wire, and not seeing it around let my mind create new ideas.
I realized I can incorporate all my weaving into one little panoramic arrangement. So I threaded wire again and had a lot of fun turning and twisting the woven squares into new shapes. As you see. A couple of pieces, many iterations
Then I finally did one of those jobs you think about for weeks, then do in about ten minutes.
This time it was oiling the thirsty furniture. Only a few pieces need this treatment, after being vigorously damp dusted by my cleaning family. But the improvement is terrific.
Here's my teak mid century modern table feeling much better after oiling.
I rubbed in safflower oil, with the grain, then across the grain, then with a terry cloth, and it looks so much better. Then the butcher block island, the oak coffee table, both lovely dumpster finds, and the top of the bedroom chest of drawers.
About ten minutes every few months, doesn't seem like much to ask, and I usually wonder why it's so hard to get around to.
I might even get around to sharpening my knives at this rate. On the other hand, let's not get carried away here
And I turned to another annoying thing, this downstairs drawer, where stitching stuff gets dumped, I mean put, or ends up, separated from its upstairs brethren.
I emptied it out
Here's finished things, miniature books with woven covers, stump work butterflies, sashiko book covers, bit of gold work, hardanger, woven spun paper.
Very few bits went into garbage. Mainly reels of thread and pins and needles and sewing tools were reunited, some of them upstairs with their friends.
So it wasn't exactly winnowing as much as reorganizing so things are findable.
It occurs to me to wonder if any blogistas would like an artist book, or a stump work butterfly or two, a little present? Cost of postage forces me to limit it to US blogistas.
If you would like a little something, let me know and email me your address unless you know I already have it, and a little something will be in the mail to you soon.
The other books, not the miniatures from the drawer, are like this
A couple of them are actually little portfolios with tiny paintings and drawings in them.
I'd be happy to know they're in good hands.
Happy day, everyone, share the wealth!
