Nearly a month without an update...but that's not unusual for this poor, neglected project. So, in lieu of sharing anything new, I have images I recently snapped of a gift I made for my mom, oh, fifteen years ago. Purple seed bead daisies woven and wrapped around a glass votive holder. I remember taking the project down to a local bead shop in Eugene and asking for help in securing the wrap to the rim of the glass. The woman behind the counter immediately suggested those simple wire wrapped hooks. After all these years, and a big move, it still finds a place in mom's home. It makes me happy whenever I see it (surely she doesn't keep it out just to please me) to know that I made something for her that she treasures.
January is off to a slow start for me. I have immersed myself in the world of Laura Ingalls Wilder, after an absence of over twenty years. Her stories are so clearly written, and evoke a time of simple pleasures and back-breaking work. The writing is inspiring, capturing my imagination with descriptions of Pa making bullets in front of the fire; or a house built into the ground and covered with blooming morning glories; or a little girl playing with a corncob named Sally wrapped in handkerchief, because she had no rag doll. Laura didn't mind. As the story says, it wasn't Sally's fault she was only a corncob.
Here's to 2012. Let's be happy and satisfied with what we have. Let's enjoy our work and the simple pleasures in our lives. For now, I'm off with my little basket to feed the hens and collect the morning's eggs. How I love my little house....