It’s so beautiful here in Idaho this afternoon. I’m looking out of my big office window as I type this and it’s mountains and blue sky as far as I can see. The silver sage seems to be glowing across the street from my house. Talulah is at the curb, wagging her tailpipe. The sun feels so fresh, so gold, so holy. I think if I didn’t have a better grip on myself, I might fall down in a dead faint from the beauty that is in everything.
Some days are like that. You know? I hope you know.
To let you in on the tornado of life: Last week I was officially diagnosed as hypothyroid and hugely hypoglycemic (my blood sugar level is akin to someone who has been fasting for multiple days– ALL THE TIME — I really AM a hummingbird, I have to eat very, very often). It explains so much. My doctor is amazing. I feel so much hope. Those dreadful weeks when I was downright sick in the summertime are but a vague memory (I didn’t let you in on the worst of it). Someone is working hard to make me better. I’m so thankful. I am so thankful.
You’ve been so patient with me. Thank you!
I’m so glad RW is home, he’s so steady, I’m so glad to hold his hand while I make it through all of this.
:::EDIT::: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR AMAZING SUPPORT YESTERDAY! I work for the most incredible people in the world. Truly. Thank you, one million times, with a cherry and chocolate sprinkles on top. xxxxx
Just a short note to say that I am running behind on Etsy convos and emails by about 8 days (at the most). I have not forgotten about you. I have a ton of stuff going on here, under the interwebular radar, and I just haven’t been able to do a lot of computer work or studio work this week. Thanks for your patience! I’ll try to get caught up over the next few days!
It’s getting quite cold here. The weather forecast calls for hard, killing frosts every night this week. Today, we spent the better part of the day harvesting the rest of our gardens. I have tomato vines loaded with fruit and hanging in the garage. I have boxes and boxes of tomatoes in the kitchen and porch that will hopefully ripen in time. I have a table full of pumpkins and other various types of squash.
It’s a bounty.
It’s a cornucopia.
It’s going to be a lot more work.
These are my two favorite pumpkins! The one on the left is my largest and brightest. I don’t know what it weighs but it’s quite handsome and awkward, all at once. I’m going to let RW carve it into a jack-o-lantern! He dearly loves pumpkin carving (it makes me itchy). The wee one on the right is my favorite pumpkiny little darling. He’s so tiny. Just look at him.
I’ll be processing all the pumpkins into puree form so that RW can make pumpkin pies with it later in the winter. He dearly loves pumpkin pie. We might make pumpkin soup but I had some terrible experiences with pumpkin soup whilst living in New Zealand once upon a time and I’m not so keen on the stuff. What else can I make from preserved pumpkin? Oh. Cheesecakes. Any other ideas?
The garden is officially gone, pulled up, composted, and in some areas, the soil has already been turned. It’s official. Autumn has arrived!
Because most of the day was dedicated to gardening I only had the later afternoon to spend in the studio and was so inspired by my squash harvest that I decided to create a new little enameling template for small white squashes. They’re sweet, crisp and beautifully over fired. I think I’m going to concoct necklaces with them. More on that, I’m sure, tomorrow.
I hope Wednesday treated you well!
xx
Plume
PS I’m looking for a new pair of eyeglass(es) frames. My options here in Pocatello are rather sparse. Does anyone know of any online eyewear shops that carry bizarre frames? I had a vision of green or turquoise frames with little wings on the sides — I know that some company SOMEWHERE must make them. Right? Of course right.
1. A day can come and go rather quickly. I spent my morning answering emails and my afternoon running errands all over town, having a deep tissue massage (Rebecca says I’m all screwy in my neck and shoulders) and buying raspberries (as well as a red coat).
2. We’re having pizza for dinner here this evening. The Mister is making it. He’s such a doll. There’s nothing cuter than a boy operating the KitchenAid mixer in a pair of grubby Carhartts. Yes. Le swoon.
3. My vintage seahorse scarf arrived from Italy. When I bought it on Etsy, I didn’t know it was coming from Firenze, I just knew it was covered in seahorses and I had to have it. It is, at this junction in time, my favorite scarf.
4. Last night, Mister Pinkerton calmly walked across the kitchen, through the porch and out the back door with an extremely large vole in his mouth. I don’t know why a vole was in my kitchen in the first place but I am glad it now resides in Mister Pinky’s stomach. It’s getting cold here so everything is trying to move into my house. How lovely. I live on the very West edge of town; I need a herd of cats.