It was hard to walk by the Dahlias at the market last Saturday, but on my exploratory first pass I knew was going to have to bring these sunflowers home.
They were trimmed, popped into an old water pitcher, and placed on the table.
They were turned this way and that, admired from every angle.
Then I sat right down with a cup of coffee and started reading the paper, in between staring at the amazing geometric perfection of this sunflower.
Inspired by my inherent love of cutting and pasting, and this wonderful issue of Uppercase magazine and all the glorious ways to use scraps...
... today I hauled out some "stuff" and proceeded to play around with my new planner/calendar.
I always get the "school" version of a new calendar, starting with September because us dreamers typically begin making plans for the the new year now, and want to start writing things in. This year I got a slightly larger version of the calendar. By mistake, but I am trying it anyway.
Here are the last 5... some more embellished than others. Using all the beautiful imagery available in the world gives me great pleasure. It seems wrong not to use it, for my personal enjoyment alone.
Old photographs, found items, stickers, images cut from magazines. Such fun to put together.
Saved notes from Pam that have been living on my inspiration board will of course be incorporated. And you will notice that Sister's hand drawn labels are always used as well.
I hope you are equally occupied with some creative, simple, diversion today, and that you are following my lead by having a local shrub with club soda as a refreshment on the side.
It feels like this far into October there should be more photos of orange stuff on this blog. That means today is catch up day. Pumpkins, gourds, mums. All jumbled up together, solely for the purpose of celebrating orange-ness.
Which reminds me I have not made a pumpkin pie yet this year and it's high time to correct that. And speaking of baking and fall things... did you see this recipe for frosted snickerdoodle bars? Oh heaven help us all.
I am not sure what it is about "collecting" that appeals to us humans. Looking. Finding. Gathering. Joining. Collating. Re-arranging. What I do know, is that very small collections give me the most pleasure. Nothing to weigh me down.
Easily sorted by color.
Arranged with little effort on the small, slightly rusty, metal tray Aunt Critch told me was a family heirloom.
Mixed up and reformed into a circle,
then back into a square,
and finally into an atypical blooming botanical.
Then back in their tiny containers, in front of the sink, they go.
With the flowers, where the light makes them sparkle and shine. Just like when they were in the cove on Glass Beach rolling in and out with the tide.
