Fibermania

A Nip in the Air

Sweatshirt, long pants and wool sox started the day. And a big bonfire. I had gotten up early and prepared the bread dough from Saturday and popped the loaves in the oven while we watched the fire. Invigorating. This must be just a brief preview of autumn, with warm weather returning for another few months. But who knows? This summer was unusually rainy and then of course humid, and I am not complaining, but it was joyously dry and windy all weekend, making everything infused with lovely oxygen.

We enjoyed a Big Breakfast (scrambled eggs, fried potatoes with peppers from the garden) and HMB with real butter. We had some very thick orange juice which we watered down with champagne, and celebrated Sunday.

If it's gonna be cool, I am gonna fuse fabric.Which I did for hours.

I dug out loads of earthy tones, which I found in my garage stash and began ironing. I took my sweet time, enjoying seeing really, really old fabrics that I dyed maybe ten years ago. Some pieces were very small scraps and others were huge yardage. I will find a use for it all in the coming weeks. That dirty green of Stacked Boxes instigated a need for more mud, dirt and clay colors. Sometimes those hues are just what is in season.