Saturday, August 18, 2012

More fiber dyeing and spinning and birthdays

The weather has been sweltering in Southern California in recent weeks.  This is definitely great weather for fleece washing as well as dyeing.  I am like a squirrel stocking up my supplies for the winter season so that I will have lots to spin and create with when it is cold and rainy and things won't dry outside.

Trying some new dyeing experiments to create mixed colorways in one batch - see if you like some of the results below:

Additionally, flower yarns are still calling to me and I've been making felted flowers, insects, fruits, etc to add to some fun new yarns.  Here are a couple of examples of these as well as a few long locks hand spun yarns (the locks are 14 inches long - just amazing!)

Please be warned, below is a sharing of my personal sadness about a part of my life that I would like to have be otherwise.  So, hang on and bear with me, I need to get this off my chest, wipe my tears and appreciate the ones who love, nurture and care about me.

Well, yesterday was my only child's 41st birthday.  I hope he is well and happy, wherever he may be.  The day he was born I was so in awe of this little fellow in my arms with his big dark eyes and serious expression.  I never knew how it was possible to love anything in this world more.  He was a sweet and loving child who, when he was four, told me he had "wandered around the cosmos and chosen me for his mother again..." We had some rough financial times when he was little and I essentially raised him as a single mom.  There were lots of challenges and I know I made lots of mistakes but no one could have loved a child more.  As he became more influenced by outside voices and the material aspects of life, he seemed to find me sadly lacking.  I was not beautiful, rich, thin or influential enough for him.  After he graduated from Berkeley, he moved to New York City. At that point, he began to change in ways I still cannot comprehend.  Eventually, he told me "I had done nothing of any value for him in his life" and stopped talking to me.  This has been about 8-9 years ago.

During the interim, my health has seriously gone downhill and I find myself in a wheelchair most of the time and also have kidney disease which is definitely not fun. Despite all of this, I still am able to do things that I love which include spinning, knitting, crocheting, dyeing as well a little garden dabbling. These things have been major blessings which fill my life.  I also have a husband who loves me dearly and tries so hard to take good care of me even though he has his own challenges (having had a major motorcycle accident which has left him brain injured.)   I have come to terms (most days) with the prospect of never hearing from my son again in my lifetime.  It does not make me happy but that is where things stand.

How can someone who has been my greatest joy in life also be my deepest sorrow?  I guess no matter what we do as parents is wrong but I did try.  May all of you who have loving children rejoice in them..  Sorry for my sadness about this today but I just could not let this go unsaid as it has been weighing on my heart.  I do miss my son.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Gypsy Wagons to Dream About

When I was attending nursing school many years ago in Colorado Springs, Colorado, I remember a neighbor having a gypsy wagon in amongst the pine trees on their property.  It always looked so inviting and led my imagination to want to run away and hit the open road in my horse drawn home on wheels.

Recently, I have come across some especially wonderful examples of gypsy wagons to gladden the heart and  delight the eye.  I hope you enjoy the whimsical magic of these conveyances.

The colors in this one are so lively, I just adore this one.

                                                    Another beauty

The imagination involved in creating these lovely examples of a by-gone era are just the place to snuggle into with a good book or take my spinning wheel and create magical yarns.