Made a little video showing the “after” results of my studio cleanup. SO much better now!
Prepping for cold weather by knitting socks. We don’t wear a lot of wool here in Mississippi, but handknit wool socks feel scrumptious when the humidity makes even temps in the 50’s feel cold.
If the socks purposefully don’t match, that’s even more wonderfulness!
Size 1 circular needles.
Thought I’d share a walk-through of my studio as I’m cleaning and organizing today. The video file apparently is too large to upload here, so I’m linking to it on my Sharon Ivy Studio page on Facebook. I’m sure there is a way to compress videos to upload to blogs, but I’ll have to figure that out later.
I have a little toad who stays around my back door under the carport. The light from the glass door and the kitchen window draws lots of bugs there at night. I have to be careful not to step on him (or her?) when I go outside after dark.
While cleaning the carport on Labor Day, I apparently took away his “abode” and I kept having to dodge him so as not to squish him. He looked lost. When finished cleaning, I grabbed a small potted plant and put it on the concrete beside my potting bench, hoping the toad would take to it as his new home. I was pleasantly surprised to see him burrowed in the pot the next morning. How sweet is that?
Thanks to my son, Chance, and his wife, Sara, for spending their Labor Day weekend helping me cut grass and move some things around that were too heavy for me to move on my own. The two grandsons, CJ and Bascom, even picked up limbs that had fallen, which will make it easier for me to cut grass next week.
I was especially happy that Chance was able to move the raised beds my husband, Danny, made. When we retired and moved back home to MS a couple years ago, we put the beds near Danny’s tractor shed so we could be near each other while working. At the time, we hadn’t yet built the new house, so putting them near the shed was the best place. Now that the house is finished and Danny has passed away, I wanted my garden in the back yard, more conveniently located. We weren’t sure if the bed frames would stand up to being moved 250-300 ft, but Danny had made them sturdy and Chance was easily able to move them using a skid steer.
I’m also excited about getting my potting bench set up under the carport after Chance and CJ helped move my pottery glazes and raw materials into the storage building my brother-in-law, Phil, built for me. (More on that later. I still have to paint the doors!)
Lots of “dirt fun” to look forward to. Now to get the studio organized again so I can get to work making things in there.
Not a good start to the day for the mosquito nor for me…
Life happens. Or, perhaps I should say, death happens.
Most all of us have experienced the sense of loss that floods our hearts upon the passing of a loved one. We work through the raw emotions, the brain fog, the copious changes forced upon us. Eventually, though, try as we might to hold fast to all things familiar, we realize that the life we knew for so long will never be again.
So, here I find myself standing on the edge of what was and what is to come. I’m not sure what sort of new life lies ahead, but I know that making art and serving others will be a part of it. I pray that I can be a blessing to others.
I covet your prayers as I step out in faith and seek God’s guidance and strength. Here’s to new beginnings.
In loving memory of Danny Lamar Ivy, my sweetheart of 44 years