Around here.

Around here, it's one hundred percent pictures of the sky.

Holiday madness. Craft show madness. Together.

In case you're making holiday shopping plans, please note that BananaSaurus Rex will be at SF Bazaar, at Fort Mason in San Francisco, on December 13 and 14 from 11AM to 6PM.

And? At the KPFA Crafts Fair, at the Craneway Pavilion in Richmond, California, on December 20 and 21 from 10AM to 5PM.
Proving only, that if you build it for WW2, someone will someday hold a craft show in it.

On the farm.

What you can't see in this picture is that it's raining! Raining! Not a measure-able amount - maybe a teaspoon? But, we were giddy. What you can see is my new farmer boots, and what used to be my lawn.

Around here....

Back to school germs, Baritone, moody sidewalks and skies.

Friday, I'm in love....

Highland Punk from Need Supply Co. Of course, it's still ninety degrees here everyday, and by the time I'm ready for a wool sweater, the shops are full of "cruise wear" whatever that is.

Workroom glimpse....

Etsy love!

Look, how pretty! And there's my ABLE Tote/Backpack!
Pretty pretty....

Around here....

Around here, we've made a huge sticky mess. We've also had a chest x-ray, a busted air conditioner, and Fresca Margaritas.

Friday, I'm in love....

Leave it to Burning Man to use a drone to make something beautiful.

Lavender Tomato Pincushions - restocked!

Goodness - Tomato Pincushions stuffed full of crushed walnut shell and organic lavender - so they smell as lovely as they look! They're solid and heavy and topped with a vintage button. Almost impossibly good! And? Large and small - they're all stocked up in the shop!

 

Workroom glimpse.

Around here....

Thinking about: growing up.

I celebrated my forty-fifth birthday last week with a gentle four-mile run, coffee with the middle school principal, the acquisition of some South African slang, and ouzo shots with the waiter. On my thirty-fifth birthday, I was pregnant with my second child. My boyfriend forgot my twenty-fifth. I don't even remember my fifteenth.
So, what changes over the years? Nothing. Well, Everything - of course. I'm married, I have two sons, I'm a homeowner.
But that's not what I'm talking about.
If you'd met me in my twenties, you would probably have described me as insecure and mercurial. If you met me now, you probably wouldn't but that's only because I'm better at hiding it. (Meaning that I have fewer pairs of Dr. Martens and more interpersonal skills.) Some things never change. My hair and my room are still a mess. I'm still recklessly enthusiastic. I'm still a sympathetic audience. A poor driver. A worse speller. I will never understand table runners. That's what I'm talking about. The immutable me-ness. The stuff that doesn't change.
And I think I would like a new pair of Docs.

New quilt!

New quilt in the shop! I must say - I had the loveliest time putting this one together.

Workroom glimpse.