Saturday

 According to this woolly bear caterpillar, we should have a mild winter, with maybe one severe storm.  

Or so says folklore.

I worked overtime yesterday, and it was a very quiet day.  To pass time, I worked on my circle weaving some more.  I've ordered some recycled sari silk ribbon to incorporate into it, and hope it arrives this next week so I can get it finished.

This is an upside-down light kit from a vintage ceiling fan that I'm turning into a hanging solar light decoration for the front yard.  I'm going to string crystals from the arms, and maybe find some brass bells to hang from the center.

Hallmark Channel has had its Christmas movies playing for a while, but tonight I'm starting with my own list of holiday favorites.

Giving thanks ...

 I could have sworn it was just Halloween.  I've been neglecting this blog and it frustrates and saddens me.  I used to love writing, and it seems to have been pushed to the side in my life.  I don't think that was intentional, it just has fallen away.  Like lovers who grow apart.  Writing used to be my escape from my life.  Now that I like the life I'm living ... I have no need to escape.  A good thing, but a sign also of how much I have grown and changed.  Again, a good thing.

 A few weeks ago, I started working on making some Christmas cards.  Just a creative outlet one evening.  I'm hoping that I can manage to finish more and actually get them in the mail before Christmas [unlike the Thanksgiving cards I bought in October and then "lost" on my coffee table until I found them ... today].

 Today I had Thanksgiving with my friend Nancy's family.  Thanksgiving may mean starting with Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, but for me, it's the National Dog Show that I look forward to the most.   I ate too much, but it was delicious.  Put up a window of Christmas lights when I got home.  Started working on upcycling an old light fixture from a ceiling fan into a solar light for front yard decoration from the dogwood or crabapple tree.

 I seem to be wrapping this year up with some mindful introspection, and making some new priorities for the years to come.  Good ones.  Good things.  Because life is good, and I'm thankful.

Spooky ...

 I let my inner Harley biker witch out on Sunday, and with a pumpkin shirt, I did an iron-on face with scrap fabric.  The collar is Charlie's, and I got more than a few double-takes from people at church.

 The trees are still showing some color and hadn't dropped yet, but today's rain and cold temps may change that quickly this week.  I just love the red of the sugar maples, although they don't compare to the colors of the Upper Peninsula with the white birch trees, brilliant oranges, yellows, and reds.

 I've been playing with some clay to make mushroom houses for the moss gardens and used a found snail shell to fill with green glitter clay.

 I know I should be working on getting more organization done, irises transplanted, and maybe some pawpaw tree seeds in the ground.  But rainy Mondays just seem to make me want to curl up and craft.  And sleep.  There is always the weekend...

Boooooo

 

fall leaves

ghosts of summer

sounds of kids playing football

I was gifted a bag of moss and have been thrilled to make small jar gardens.

Now to get some modeling clay to make tiny homes and gnomes.