When life sucks I make something and feel better.
Words don't seem to help but sewing and knitting do. I know this is a privileged (autocorrect just suggested 'drivel' when I misspelled 'privileged') point of view.
But we are all just hanging on.
I started writing this as an astrology blog but that fizzled out pretty quickly. I may bring it up anyway though. And I might talk about Ashtanga yoga because I still practice a form of that but not in it's current heavily-dogmatic manifestation. Oh and food. Yeah. Sigh. I'll probably mention food. And plants. Because I'm a part of the zeitgeist just like you and we are all overly-fixated on food and plants, but that may be a good thing in the long run since Mother Earth needs us to pay attention and she is the source of all that food. And all those plants. And all that cotton fabric and wooly yarn for that matter. So yeah. I guess it is all about the same thing, how do we heal the planet that we have managed to nearly wreck in a mere 100 years? Can we handmake our way out of this mess? We sure are giving it a try.
I'm also a champion of the anti-Instagram look. The mess, the dust, the random crap that you no longer even notice in your house, the less-than ideal body shape that I now find myself embracing—none of it will be sanitized from my photos.
I haven't decided what to do about comments yet. I'd love to hear from nice people but past experience has proven that that's not who you get online anymore. Shit. Just writing that made me not want to do this so I'm guessing that means a solid no on allowing comments. At least for now.