Re use, Recycle, re everything, grow your own....

Yesterday i went to the new location of Ragfinery. it is smaller and has changed , understandably. The entire front of the shop is  second or third hand clothing on a $3.00 rack - clothing too good to chop up into bits of fabric for other uses. 

Dressing rooms ,protected from view with quilts  quilted  from shop scraps,  seem too  large for the space. The new space is limited  with fewer options.   Still- no complaints- we are so pleased  that it is back! 

The bins of bulk fabric sorted into types- wool, cotton, silk, terry, linen, etc. the front bins are sorted and rolled fabric scraps, launered and ironed. In the middle are tables of made items, like felted scarves, purses, bags, mittens, toys- all hand made and offered for affordable few dollars. 

There are notions- a wall full of  spooled thread  on.  pegs- Patterns, cutters, measuring tapes, stuffing, batts- all sorts as well as drawers of buttons sorted by color. Sort of. 

I bought yarn for Fresca for her God's eye project- filling   her corner  of Minneapolis with brightness , hope   as she does. I chose the brightest yarn in the bin.  She has made hundreds of God's eyes, hung them on the chain link fence by her shop, for anyone to take. They go quickly- they are needed for spirit purposes- to know that there is care and art for one's heart. Thank you Fresca- angel.

From the Ragfinery I drove  to the thrift store down the road in the busy part of hiway town. I missed an entire day after Renee was murdered- I zoned out, went to bed, hollowed out, shock and grief...you know what I mean I am sure. so I thought it was Tuesday, senior day, IT was not. That is when. I realized that I had zonked out an entire day without notice. 

A roam around, I bought even more fabric and an apron. A mindless   wander, brain on hold- avoidance of any reality . 
 

You know, the usual....pigs, chairs, tea cups, strange bird....

From there, drove to the Assistance league, not much there but I did buy a clown, hand made by some Gramma, I am sure, Brought it home for the orphans , at least for a little while. Not sure that clown will not end up in the arms of Flora or Emmett. 

This morning the sky returned, there is sunshine and a violet popped out! 

Worthy of celebration!

This afternoon we will have tea and violet creams left over from Christmas.

Windows are full of light- dirt and dust on furniture and in corners shows up  clearly. There will be a bit of cleaning going on. 

To end my day out I went to the grocery and bought a tiny bag full of "groceries'- carrots with the stems and dirt  still on, blueberries from an organic garden, local dairy milk, a bag of chips small enough to fit in the palm of your hand  and a chicken. $$$$ came to 52 . Bloody hell!

 Globby oranges from somewhere not on this earth...They are huge , each one the size of a baby's head- probably one million and forty dollars each. I left them .

Since moving to this house,  years ago, I have wanted a fence and a raised garden. I am a patient woman...Dennis is finally realizing the value of that idea. Of course he will take another 40 years to actually accept it- it's a start.  At least it has been an open discussion...

 

"Choose your battles"...said every married woman on the planet.  

 Leaving you with one of the rather large pieces of fabric in  scrap bin- unfolded it was large enough for a frock.   If I had an idea it would be here now, but I don't and it isn't. 

Lala, Po and Lala in the morning  dried rain splash  window . sun shining through  plastic . Radiant! You could probably get  eye cancer from looking at them for too long.  The sun has shifted, travels along the   horizon in  northern winter, so - no. eye cancer here!  It is already gone.  The sun 
AND my eye sight.