windy day

I always feel a bit edgy on very windy days, and this one is no exception. Happily I have every reason to stay indoors, because I’m working on another in the Sea Mistress series of bracelets. I have more ideas than we can sensibly bead in our timeframe, but I’d like to get some of the truly great ones at least sampled. And of course I am still taking process shots for the kits. There are just a few left, if you wanted one, please order (or let me know to hold you one) this week. See them here.

 

Above, the start of another illustration of the potential of the wing-horns…. complete with a few orange dichro Aikos tucked into the bellyband, a gift from Jeannette Cook.

 

Can you believe that the square curl above transforms into this, when the other wings go on? 

I adore mathematics!

 

Gabriella arrives later this week, and of course she will not only help us along, but provide her own set of truly great ideas that must be at least sampled. In the meantime, Jean Power is off to Colorado to spend a few days shooting bead video for Interweave Press, so I’ve got a few days alone to collect myself. I guess I can use them. Life has really been rocketing along lately, and I’ve got a few places in my life where for good or for difficult, things are coming together into points (reminding me of the corner increases in the beadwork) and demanding action.

I’ve got another appearance with the IRS and the probate Court this week. It’s always hard, but admittedly less so as time goes on. Hopefully this is the last one. Everyone in the system has been so supportive, yet no one can find the right box to check to make the screen clear or close the estate. I’ve taken to stating my case very simply. “One day my mommy went away and she died, but we couldn’t find her.”

I remind myself that I’ve been treated very kindly overall by life, and if once in a while the dial swings the other way, it isn’t the end of anything.  It all still hurts, of course, but in a clean way if you know what I mean.

Really, no one thing on my list strikes me as more important than any other thing, and that seems like a good sign. There isn’t anything on deck that is so hard I can’t do it, there isn’t anything I’m actually afraid of, and there isn’t anything that I wish I had that I don’t. All of my dreams have come true, now it’s just about not making things about myself.

These thoughts are naturally debilitating, even the wonderful ones; fortunately, other than the hearing on Wednesday, there is nothing calling for my time at any particular hour, and I can, between now and then, treat myself as gently as I see fit.

Which is very gently.

Beads are a beautiful, ancient thing.