For some reason ever since we have moved I have been thinking about elephants. Not so much in their realistic glory or the sort that live in Disney movies but the sort that come out of a history of Babar (even with the colonial bent to the tales) and the introduction to the Little Prince. Primarily I have been thinking about blue elephants. A powdery periwinkle. But since all I have in my stash right now is a powdery green it had to do. This is the green elephant bag. He is going to have a home at Seven Mountain until someone takes him home. It was a new sort of bag for me with a flannel lining and made out of suit wool but he just sort of came together over an evening.
These evenings in the studio (the grand name I call my room) are so needed after crazy days of painting and business forms. They add to the wonderful rhythm of the evenings with Alder's bedtime routine then sneaking off to the studio for public radio and fabric. Kevin's usually in his room doing calligraphy (Chinese) or reading about herbs (Chinese) and we visit back and forth. It's a moments rest in a life that seems to have become quite busy.
What shall I make tonight?
Adirondack Dress in Autumn
9 years ago