September 19, 2014

Peeling Back Layers.

Eyes closed and decisive. Quick, like pulling off a bandaid.

Some of the stickers needed to go from wear and fading, and others simply needed to be peeled off for the sake of change. For moving on and forward. It's a freeing thing to shake off my administrative capacities, to weigh out yes and no more carefully, and to return to a more full-time making and writing. What I was made for. 

In so many surprising ways, the transition has been met with some wholly unexpected pushback, but nothing that isn't growing me forward in relationships, perspective, and in creating my work. Confirming and making certain that it was a personal necessity for moving out in faith to the place where my heart is happy.

September 18, 2014

365 Days, Week XXXVII.

We have hit a stride at last. The increased studio time has been a most royal treat, and I am making great progress in a new body of work. Ten of my Mountains & Molehills prints will be included in the Cleveland International Print Fair at the Zygote Press booth, which will take place next week/weekend in the Atrium of the Cleveland Museum of Art. 

Three days a week, we bring a friend of Isabella's home with us, and it is proving to be perfectly timed with the adjustments to Middle School and Nathaniel's acceleration into 3rd grade. I love how the girls can study and work together, and the conversations I am privy to as they chat away about their days. It's also been a great reinvigoration to our afternoon craft sessions, so we have been busy creating new projects each week.

This week cooled off considerably, and Autumn seems to be charging in at record speed. We enjoyed a lovely hike in the woods, and collected several wild blooms for our flower press. Week thirty-seven of 2014 was rich with life and laughter, and the balance of work and play:


The quiet end of a long, long day. View from my favorite spot on the counter.


Cappuccino, with no sugar. Baby steps. Teeny tiny ones.

Backpacks, lunches, a flute and a music stand. Love our colorful afternoons on the playground with friends.


Mega giant green gummy sculpture; the sugar-addicted culture we live in.


Love the lush colors and textures of Fall plantings.


Happy planter at a new coffee spot; a delightful writing spot. 
A few more Mountains & Molehills prints, and a little more fringe. Always more fringe it seems.


Cold and wet Saturday ended with quiet sewing projects in the living room. 


Findings on our hike this morning. The buckeye – named after it's resemblance to a male deer's eye, did you know this?!

September 16, 2014

365 Days, Week XXXVI.

September feels like a clean slate. We welcomed her with arms wide open, taking a morning swim at the hotel we overnighted in after the family reunion in Columbus. There's something so exhilarating about a Monday holiday, and the way it redefines the morning.

This week held lots of time in the print shop, and I moved many prints into the done column. We are hitting a rhythm for our after school homework and crafting sessions, and enjoying the crazy Summer temperatures that have descended on Cleveland with lots of extra time on the playground.

Full of life and new hope, week thirty-six of 2014:


Hotel key on the plastic faux wicker poolside table. 


Morning at Lucky's cafe, coffee and writing. Nice to usher in the day in quiet.


Postcard connections project, off to Alaska they go. Already excited for a response from Homer.

The school carpool line is a pretty serious business.


Laying out some bright as yellow pale ink. Full workday in the print shop.


Finishing up these Mountain + Molehill prints, just in time for the Cleveland International Print Fair.


Trying new flavors of kefir water this week, concord grape and apple cider.


Hard-working weeders, clearing up this overgrown garden patch.

Up and at it, and still clearing miles and miles of paint–so much surface area out there.

Morning Light.

I sighed more than two dozen times this morning before the Craunlets were even off to school shortly after sunrise. For whatever reason, I woke up under a cloud of melancholy, and just couldn't shake it off.

After packing lunches, and pulling back a pair of ponytails, I hurried into clothes so I could let Dave and the kids out of the driveway, since I had parked them in the day prior. And I backed my car out, and returned it to the driveway as they pulled away. Like a million times before. Because sometimes it feels like we have the very same morning over and over again.

Then I turned for the sidewalk, and the sunshine flooding our street stopped me in my tracks.

Such a good reminder to me this morning. There is new grace today. And there is more than enough. This sometimes loud street, awash in a hopeful and quiet bright. A low and warm light, and full of so much potential.

September 14, 2014

365 Days, Week XXXV.

August was one heck of a wild ride. This very last week of August was both a welcome goodbye and a hopeful forward look to a new season ahead. The week started off with my first day back at teaching the Artist Book course at the Cleveland Institute of Art [in the beautiful new print shop!], and the following days I enjoyed stretches and expanses of time in the studio printing. 

Mornings started slowly–after getting the Craunlets off to school–with coffee and some time for writing. It was a fabulous preview of the semester ahead. A restart, if you will; week thirty-five of 2014:


Quick Octavo fold structure for the first demo of the semester.


I could drink pools and pools of this today. 


After dinner, we went to Mitchell's Ice Cream for a quick treat. Love this new Ohio City location.


Writing outside this morning with a delicious cappuccino. Warming and quiet, both.


Gin and tonic while we get the grill going for dinner. Love our Summer evenings on the back deck.


Oreo truffles for the annual family reunion. Beautiful, for the hot mess they make of the kitchen.


Craunlets competing in the donut race during the family reunion games.

September 12, 2014

365 Days, Week XXXIV.

Summer vacation ended in the middle of this week, and the Craunlets returned to school. We kept the last few days of summer quiet and slow, and dotted them only with a few essential errands and tasks to get ready.

Mornings moved more slowly than I think we have ever experienced, and there was a collective savoring of our unstructured days. We busted open the game chest, played cards, and checkers, and we lounged around in the living room just enjoying one anthers company and watching movies. The Craunlets played together rearranging the living room furniture to build forts, run pretend stores, and create art. I love to watch these two play.

Week thirty-four of 2014 was both an ending and a new beginning:


She wanted highlights for Middle School so so so badly, please please please.


I love to watch them play. Sweetest friendship that I hope they have forever.


Because Isabella's school bag wouldn't be here in time for her first day of school, and having a new tote bag for carrying her books/folders while she changes classes was her heart's desire. Because she wanted it all to coordinate this year, we selected a navy outer fabric with a sweet allover heart pattern, and a punchy red solid lining. Because lavishing on their heart's desires is so rewarding, I taught myself many tricks with this small tote, and I mastered the most complicated sewing I have done to date. Because the girl is growing up so fast, but she still thinks her mama is pretty awesome every once and a while. 


First day of 5th and 3rd grade. Somebody slow this down.

Per usual, the Craunlet's return to school was celebrated with a pedicure. Per new tradition, it was also celebrated with an afternoon drink: a delicious gin and tonic specifically.


Fabulous pencil pouches arrived today for the Craunlets made by the terrific Auntie A.


Isabella's messenger bag. She couldn't be more excited about how it turned out; she had such vision and particular design input! What a treat it was to partner with CGCre8tive through Etsy. Her last bag lasted 4 years, such incredible craft!


Boy on a break during our return to the trail. We had a pair of totally tired Craunlets after a two-mile hike.

September 9, 2014

That Look.

It's his wildly passionate eyes, joyful and always up for adventure. Though the focus is soft in this shot, it perfectly captures the look that Nathaniel darts Grandma on frequent repeat during our Playcation week. 

He loves so loud and crazy, all of it written in his facial expressions and shared through his giggling  laughter. Who could resist that smile?


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