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About Cynthia

I am a textile artist, embroiderer, wood burner, costumer, painter, and weaver who sees magic and change in the chain stitch and a well done Palestrina knot. I wish I had more control over the ways of the human world but alas, all I can control are my actions and my attitude in life and the consistency of my stitches. And sometimes even that doesn’t pan out as hoped and I must rip rip rip.

New Pouches

This is the last of the pouches for awhile.  What I don’t sell and want to keep I will do so, the rest will go on Etsy in a week. (If you really want one now and are truly serious post a comment and we’ll talk) I’ve got many other things I want to work on now and am glad this is done.  I have to say, that while the photo quality is inconsistent (always light issues) and some blurriness some of these pouches are my favorites ever.  EVER. I might decide that I must keep the blackberry pouch for me. Hmmmm. Yes, I think I just decided. I know I made it for me. I could just eat it up.

Oh and two new styles, wand bags!!

Enjoy!

Where did Mabon go?

This weekend turned out to be very busy for me and I ended up not going to either of the events I planned on going to.  Rat City Roller Girls, they are from our local neighborhood White Center which any long time local knows we call Rat City (just not into that kind of energy on Saturday, it was raining and wanted to cocoon so gave my ticket to a friend) and Mabon Ritual (again with the energy).  Instead, I stayed home and worked on my brother’s website (happy birthday bro! Better late than never.) and finished up the pouches for the Concentric Circles event this coming Saturday.

What else did I do?  I made pumpkin bread, a recipe that worked out this time thanks to Greg at The Flaming Rose and Silver Ravenwolf.  It is Yuuuuummmmmmy.  I took half the loaf to my next door neighbor and she exclaimed out loud that she’d been wondering what I was cooking.  😉

In the background you can see my napkins.  These napkins?  Cost me next to nothing, come in a huge variety of colors and prints, and are the craft of the week for all you crafty geeks.

Go to Joann’s and get yourself some fat quarters. They are the perfect size for napkins. When they go on sale for 99 cents I usually stock on a few.  The napkins in the photo are my autumn napkins, more of which you can see below.

And then I hem them.  Sometimes I use a sewing machine and sometimes I stitch them my hand.  The red and gold plaid is a thicker fabric than the regular cotton, more of a homespun, and those I tend to hand stitch, it keeps the homespun feeling.

As I was taking pictures of the new pouches this morning, I looked out the window.  There was squirrel foraging for food and I noticed that his tail is extra extra bushy.  Miss Mitty hasn’t had a hairball in two weeks now and her fur feels very thick right now.  I have this feeling we are in for an early winter, a winter that will be bringing us more cold and snow than we had last year.  Mind you, before you folks in the Midwest and the East freak out, the Pacific Northwest had an extremely mild winter last year.  We did get snow in the mountains but the lowlands at sea level just got rain, lots of it.  This year I suspect will be different for us.  I can see that squirrel snug in his bed with that thick tail covering his nose.  And I found myself thinking that here it is, the day after Mabon and I’m thinking Samhain in a huge way.

Bloggers everywhere are noticing the thinning of the veil and today, it thinned in my neck of the woods. Ooooh. My favorite season.

And don’t any of you go giving Miss Silver any grief.  Her work might not be deep but in my opinion it is excellent and those who give her trouble ought to actually go read her works.  The things she’s been accused of saying?  She didn’t say or it was taken out of context. ESPECIALLY the book Teen Witch.  Much maligned she is and I will defend her when the opportunity arises.

So, I sit here working on images for the blog, pricing pouches and getting ready for Saturday, listening to Blackmore’s Night (who I love, Ritchie you rock and Candice, who knew you were so very deep AND beautiful?  Obviously Ritchie did, but you won me over), drinking apple cinnamon tea from my favorite autumn mug and dreaming of the coziness that is this season.  And, now that the pouches are done and all the stuff I promised other folks is done and I am waiting for new work, I am letting my mind wander and bubble with whatever project I absolutely must do next.  I think it will be a black witch dress for myself.  Tight bodice, tight sleeves with cuffs, and a full skirt.  Yes, that might be it indeed.

Rape of the other beings

I think one of the reasons the tree hit me so hard today is, besides the fact that She is MY FRIEND, is the fact that we’re raping this planet and I feel powerless. Driving by the greenbelt that protects my neighborhood from the freeway noise and ugliness yesterday, a huge square of full grown evergreens was down in a broken heap on the ground. I see more development housing going up. Who would want to live there? Sarah Palin’s horrifying shit.

The one good thing about Palin being the running mate is that finally, FINALLY the entire world is seeing how terribly wrong things are in Alaska. That is a good thing because you can’t stop what you don’t know about and now we fucking know about it. Yay us.

Trees, animals, god, will we every figure it out before it’s too late.

madmadmadmadmad

Oh yeah, wait I’m supposed to try and manifest change. Well anger brings about change, it, hopefully, galvanizes us to action. Are you up off your couch yet?

argh

God damn it.  God damn landlord.  He had a guy over estimating work on the property and part of it included work on the tree that all my rituals are under.  The one that hangs close to the ground.  I went out and showed them that they could not cut certain branches and we agreed up which ONE could be cut and no others.  And that jerk just cut off four branches.  I’m in tears. I’m so fucking angry.    He says he didn’t do anything that changes things. AS IF I AM NOT INTIMATELY CONNECTED and don’t know my own goddamned ritual tree.  I hate being treated like I’m stupid.  It will grow back he tells me. As if I don’t know how trees grow. There will never be lower branches on that tree again.  And now the squirrels don’t have the connecting branches.  It gives me no end of pleasure to listen to them stampede across the roof and then pause thud leap and the tree shakes. I know that tree like the back of my hand and it will never be the same living here.

No more privacy on my patio.  I’m broken hearted.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Chicken Man you need to hurry it up and we need to get a house that WE make the decisions on.

Why I oughta..

Words cannot express my contempt and disdain for Sarah Palin, the Scourge of the Wilderness. I’ve never hated a politician as much as I hate her.  One youtube video on These Thoughts Escape Me, well I simply couldn’t bear to watch past 2:30 minutes, it just sucked that much.

The best thing for Sarah Palin is to stick her sorry ass out in the snow running away from a low flying plane and see how it feels to be shot in the ass and left wounded to die slowly and alone in the winter.  FUCKING DEMON FROM HELL. No wonder she’s such a fundie, she has much to fear from the afterlife hell she believes in. Hmmm other words come to mind. skanky, bitch, c*cks*ck*r, rotten egg hoedog… But I don’t want to insult those whose “crimes” are of the consentual and pleasurable kind. Just saying…