Do you remember this little house, from this post?
It is winter now, and the rains have come and carpeted these hills in soft green. I do love this time of year down south. My girls are staying with their grandparents for a few days while on school holidays, so we drove down through a bright green landscape lit in glorious sunshine.
I have a multitude of tumbling thoughts that I want to let out but can't quite get them to behave so that they'll make sense. I am reading David Abram's The Spell of the Sensuous at the moment. I'm not very far into it, but it is speaking volumes to me so far. But I can't quite get it all into a cohesive enough train of thought to post yet. I think I need to mull over it a bit, and drag some of the vaguely orbiting, half-formed connections in properly, tie them down so they can't keep floating off again. You think you have a nice solid idea, but as soon as you go to write it down in black and white, it all dissolves into mist and odd bits that aren't quite formed yet, and they change shape and slip between your fingers when you try to grab them.
The faery outfits are coming along...no further on the jackets, but I now have two brightly coloured fluffy tutus hanging up in my family room...must remember to hide them away before the girls come home! I was quite tempted to make one for myself, but I'm not quite sure where a 44 year old woman wears a tutu...any thoughts?!