May blooms

Just some things to brighten the place up a bit…

Last night I painted up the L-O-V-E letters for the living room wall.  I’m not an expert painter by any means and the work is a bit sloppy (I never guessed in a zillion years that I would say to myself, I think I need to use a smaller brush) but they are happy letters.  Once glazed and hung out of close up range they should look great.

What I did on my Beltaine weekend

Friday night I went to my home group for a great, awesome even, 12-step meeting. Dinner afterwards, we laughed and had a generally great time. It’s a great way to end a work week and begin a play weekend, this meeting I call home. When I can do dinner too it’s even better. We finally found a restaurant that will put up with us has room for our big group, that has food we like to eat, and that puts up with our noise. Just because we’re sober doesn’t mean we can’t still get rowdy and make lots of noise.

Saturday I trundled sleepily off to metal smithing class. Next week we don’t have class so it was important to me to finish some work. Which I did. I finished my first ring ever. I’m so pleased I can hardly believe I did this. Pictures below the cut.

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Book Covers

This is the week I gave myself to recover from working so hard to get the Etsy store up. Sunday, sick as a dog thanks to some allergen, Monday, didn’t get much done watched TV and that is rare to just sit and watch tv.

Yesterday I absolutely needed to get working on something. A great stress reducer, stitching. We’ve got a bit of a crisis in the family at the moment and while I’m pretty pleased at how I’m handling it, it is indeed stressful. A bit of a cry half way through the evening. I had so hoped to be done with this. (more later, I just can’t talk about it right now, too much is up in the air and I hate crying in public)

I wanted to make a cover for my book-esque calendar. Every year I buy Llewellyn’s Witches date book. I adore the artwork of Jennifer Hewitson and it is the one place I get my hands on it. She does other work besides stuff for Llewellyn but it doesn’t appear to be of a witchy nature so I always buy the date book. This year I also bought the wall calendar so that I could have 12 big full color prints of her work.

Any way, the cover is heavy card stock but it gets trashed in my purse over the course of a year. I wanted to protect it a bit. And I wanted a project. AND I am still in love with the project that I did for The Ex for Yule last year.

The cover for the calendar is from wool blend felt in a dark midnight blue. The tree (a sort of Tim Burton type tree but mostly it reminds me of some trees I saw in France) is a dark plum color against an ivory moon. There will be a little strip of felt on the inside that will hold in place my Pocket Astrologer calendar (has more dates and info than LLewellyn’s), and a strap with a button to keep it closed. You can just barely see the stip that will hold the pocket astrologer in place but the felt is so dark it’s hard to see the borders.

A Good Time Was Had By All

Back in the day when I was hanging out with the band Variant Cause, Jan used to say, when asked how it went, after a no paying gig with a long drive home, “A good time was had by all.”

I think that best describes my Saturday faire event.

The weather was gorgeous. Warm and lovely. The morning started out well in metalsmithing class where I am well on my way to making what I think is a very stunning ring and I can’t believe it is my first effort. I’m convinced I did this in a past life because it’s coming so naturally to me and I simply don’t struggle as the lessons progress. And because I’m so drawn to it. So I was feeling pretty high on my way out of town for the Beltaine Ritual. Singing along with Emerald Rose with the wind in my hair.

The fellow who offered to share his canopy was all set up and had a small space available to me. It was shady and nice and very small. He is a nice man and interesting but he’s far more interested in talking than listening, even the folks who were getting readings from him had to work to get in a word. But it was good for the afternoon.

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