sometimes...

sometimes, we need to just rest.  after my last three insane weeks i spent my last three days doing just that. sleeping, mostly. generally resting totally. unplugged. except for the odd peek into the net on my android....

and then, i began to rouse myself from my lethargy and put needle to fabric again...

this is earl.  well, that is how he introduces himself to folks since he says none of us would ever be able to pronounce his monster name.  besides, ever since he awoke to find that he no longer had the heart for monstering, he figured he should have a normal name...

earl enjoys fine red wines, quiet nights by a crackling fire, and long walks beneath the moon.  he doesn't like to talk much about his shadowy past and prefers to wear his heart on his...chest.  he lives quite contentedly on this book cloth created from various vintage linens, cottons, and handwovens.  his book cloth sports braided tassels adorned with tiny silver belly dance bells which hang over the top of one's book to help mark the reader's resting place, but can be equally effective as ties to hang this small cloth in display.  earl is the first in  the "pity the monsters" series of small cloths.  earl's little world will be available in my new shop shortly and will be ready for immediate shipment.

this week has been an odd one. filled with snow and rain and sun and sleep.  apart from the ache in my fingers the rain always brings, i'm ready to re-enter the world and begin the sisyfusian task of catching up with it all!  but, for tonight, i'm headed back to bed for one last good night's sleep before heading into work in the morning.

namaste'

pity the monsters

"this used to be a mean monster

until he got sick one winter

with the flu & stayed in

bed & watched too much

little house on the prairie

& now the littlest thing &

he starts to cry."

- brian andreas

have lately been contemplating the various monsters we harbor in our hearts and minds. fear. lack of esteem. distrust. inaction. self doubt. oh...the list goes on ad naseum. 

the odd thing about these monsters, however, is that when you look back at them, they get nervous.  the shy away from scrutiny. they know their posturing is full of bluff and blunder.  they have no inherent power. only that power that we give to them. even when they look deeper into themselves, they find they haven't the heart for monstering...

a bit more stitching to do on this little one eyed monster book cloth, but he's coming along nicely.  i'm already feeling my heart soften towards him....

namaste'