airstream — Page 3

Well folks, she’s coming right along!

Rob has been working on creating the fifteen piece, compound curve end caps in our Airstream which is, apparently, the hardest and most time consuming job on an Airstream refurb! It looks gorgeous so far. What you’re looking at in this photo is the end cap that will be directly above my studio work bench. Can I get a yee haw? Once the end caps are finished Rob will bang up the rest of the interior walls and then comes the floor.

Here’s a secret for you, sometimes I’m terrified by the prospect of moving to Winthrop but I have good reasons for my terror. Let me tell you all about the chaos of today. We’ll be moving to Winthrop in a little more than a month and this morning, we found out we are no longer renting the acreage we thought we were renting. Remember? I talked about it in this post. Horror of horrors, I let my heart and mind hope brightly with regards to that land and I started making plans because that’s what a gal does when she knows where she’s moving to. This morning, the owners of the property called, cancelled our rental agreement with us and informed us that they are letting their son live on the property this summer instead, my heart went into quiet hysterics. Surely, you can understand why. I couldn’t help but cry.

So much energy has been put into making this move this summer, to have our accommodation plans collapse one month before our move is exasperating. I can bear it. But I don’t want to! Frankly, I think I’m tired of making plans. I want the plans we have to hold together, stabilize, and then become actualized at the start of May. I’m tired of all this fussy stewing of ideas and potentials. I just want to lock the details down, pack up all my stuff, make the move and then settle in and simmer down for an awesome six months in the beautiful Methow Valley. Fortunately, we’ve got a handful of friends helping us find a new place to live at and I know another opportunity will present itself and everything will be peachy. But in the meanwhile, I have this anxious little rough stone rolling around in my chest making me feel like everything is tipsy, crackling and wavering like a mirage on an Arizona highway. It makes me feel a bit untethered, unsettled and unsure. Sometimes that’s just the way of things though, and heck, at least I have a gorgeous looking end cap nearly finished in one end of the Airstream! Right? Of course right.

How about you? Tell me all about your day or toss a sprig of hope at me from where you sit. I need to be bolstered.

I hope everything’s coming up tulips where you are, if not, just hang on and I will too.

:::Post Scriptus:::

Here is Alien Tater. Are you laughing?

I am.

Suddenly, I turned a corner and there was the terminus of yet another week, just one breath away, and the week to follow was there too, humming with possibility and the soft thrum of feathers in the wind, and every other week from here to the end, standing patiently in the aisles, waiting to run their courses.

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Hello! Hello. Today is February 25th and I think I have finally come out of the cave, as my friend and I like to call it — times when we hunker down and disappear for a while to catch up with ourselves and to really sink down into our work for a bit. Just this morning I have spent hours reading and responding to most of the online correspondence that landed in my inboxes for the month of February — I am sorry that you had to wait so long and am always so thankful for your patience. It was hurly burly work, happy work! Life this month has felt so fast and whirling, I’ve felt mostly unsettled in my day to day activities. My work has been here, there and everywhere. I have opted out, time and time again, of computer work in favor of spending time in my studio space which, on especially ordinary days, has felt so terribly fruitless. But I have to hand it to myself, I kept going out there, I kept sitting down to work, I pushed through and I’m glad for that. I did manage to break through a wall this week and produced these little enameled fellows, which you have already been introduced to. These rings will likely mean more to me than they’ll ever mean to anyone else, this can be said for any finished piece of creative work, I think. When I look at these rings, I see a recent month of broken confidence, one full year of carefully letting someone go and my own eventual homecoming, in from the cold of the night, to my rightful places in the arms of so many things.

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In other news, the Airstream smells like maple syrup! Robert has officially finished sealing up all the old vents and antennae holes with riveted aluminum sheet making the entire trailer weather proof until we get around to installing the kitchen and bathroom units next fall. Just yesterday, he applied this maple leaf patch which brings a beaver shaped, luminescent tear to the corner of my sweet little Canadian eye. I think it’s the perfect touch. We have decided to also put a life-sized decal of ourselves locked in a passionate kiss on the back of this rig so that when we roll down the highway, people can really feel the love [JUST KIDDING]. I say this all the time, but it bears repeating, I feel so blessed when I look over my life. Robert and I are never afraid to dream about what we want for ourselves and our family, and then we’re equally fearless when we step out and make those dreams happen. Everything is so good, even when it isn’t. I love that about my life.

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I have been practicing reverse psychology on the weather gods. Just yesterday I told someone that we had skipped winter here and run straight from autumn into spring. I feel like winter never arrived. And most ridiculously, the roses are now putting out cheery little leaf buds which is enough to make me put away my skis forever! This said, yesterday I looked up at the heavens and exclaimed, in a most conniving tone, “My! How beautiful this lovely springtime weather is. I hope winter never comes.” Wouldn’t you know it, I woke up to hideous, cold winds — swooping down off the mountains — and a dash of fresh snow on the ground this morning. Officially, I am a weather manipulator. I’m going to see if I can bring in a hurricane this evening or perhaps a flock of flying squirrels.

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Lastly, because I was feeling sentimental and pretty yesterday morning, I made an Alabaster Bones Necklace. What a throwback! I still love the design, most thoroughly. It was such a pleasure to make and a sweet, pale petal on the tuxedo tails of the week.

I hope you had a marvelous Friday night: dancing heels, gin and tonics, red lipstick and handsome sailors just off their ships with deep pockets full of jangling change.

Post Scriptus:

On the stereo.

On the bedstand.

On my feet.

Airstream Update

Smells Like Maple Syrup