Now that leaves are crunching under my feet and rain beating against my window, I am finding the idea of a great pile of wool on my lap very delightful. My fingers are working away, and all sorts of things are in the makings. There are wool arm and leg warmers to knit, a never-ending tobacco pouch project to continue, and felt to sew into little creatures to compliment the many leaves and nuts I have been gathering.
Driven by the need for more supplies, I went to visit an old friend the other day. Rose Sabel-Dodge used to run the local Waldorf School's store, but she has now branched out to found her own store, Gossamer, on Burnside. Gossamer is a fiber arts, crafts, and Waldorf supply store. The store carries 100% wool felt, plant dyed felt, brown sheep yarn, needle felting supplies, embroidery thread, beeswax candles, books and much more. Even if you're just interested in looking around, you should definitely give it a visit.

Above are some of the delights you might find there.



What some people would call really nasty weather, and what I concider a delightfully wet and cold autumn has arrived. In fact, it's not only arrived, its moved in with all its baggage: searing winds, wet leaves and very dark mornings. I'm loving the change, and the picture above. (from Toast, look in my cubbard for more info)
I'm also loving my wool blazer which has suddenly become indispensible.
And I'm loving Wordsworth:
"Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;"


I caught this morning morning's minion

Our first day of real wind and rain. And I came home so invigorated, so soaked to the skin with glorious, wet drizzle, I thought I'd write about it. But once again, as I sit in front of this blank screen and wait for the words to come pouring out, I realize: they aren't coming.
The first time that realization hit me, I was dumb with furry. The emptiness of the months that have followed has served to make me fight with desperation for a change, however slight, in the ghastly phenomenon. So, in a round about way, I'm explaining this blog. It forces me to write, and when I cannot write, to think about at least one interesting thing a week.
You'll notice I mostly stick to photography, artwork, music, fashion....anything that doesn't need words. But all the while I'm straining to open that part of my brain that has gone into lockdown.

Now, for the point of this post: it is really autumn at last, and so breathtakingly watery outside I feel like dancing a jig in a puddle. Observe above: the fruits of my capers this morning with a very bad quality camera phone and beauty all around me.