The Wolf

Monday's sun did not linger. Today is a chilly mix of snow and rain. Such a day calls for something warm and savory cooked all day in the slow cooker. That was the first order of business this morning, the chopping, mixing, seasoning, and then put the lid on to let the magic happen. I ask you to imagine how amazingly delicious the little green cottage smells right now. Later, the music man (whom I haven't seen in far too long) will come over to dinner with our family, we will share freshly baked crusty bread, heavenly roast and a nice bottle of wine. The simple slow things in life, how nice!

The next order of business for the day has been at the back of my mind for the last little while. Lurking there, waiting in stealth and I was a bit uneasy...

I wasn't quite sure how to proceed with my fairy tale. Still, The Wolf was waiting.

Part of my uncertainty has to do with a question I have, Where am I going with this business? Will these be part of a framed series? Should they be cushion covers? Are these little scenes even finished? Just what is it I'm making? I still don't know.

Right, that was more than one question. No matter. I'm just going to have to be patient and discover the answers as i go.

And one more question; just what goodies does Little Red have in her basket? Ooh, it must be lunch time!

Happy Leap Day everyone!



PS. a nice little write up on the music man here (for full disclosure - yup, he's family)

The little picture

I must admit to feeling a little lost lately. There is so much to do and the 'Big Picture' seems a bit overwhelming sometimes. Do you ever feel that way? I started off the day yesterday full of determination and spirit, accomplished a few tasks, then lost steam along the way.

I thought maybe if I just focused on the 'little picture' and took one step at a time, I might be alright.

My bedroom dresser was piled with papers, cold medicine, the aftermath of a little girl playing dress up with mama's jewelry, and dust. Certainly I could manage that. As I started to sift through the debris, I took note of the little pictures upon the dresser. Like diminutive scenes, or varied landscapes in a tiny territory.

Each little vignette telling a part of the story. The odd assortment of cherished junks from the salty sea to deep in the mountains and all spots in between.

What a strange amalgamation of impracticality is the planet of my dresser. Yet, when looking at it in a series of little pictures, I am captivated and attached and slightly enamored of it all.

Are you a 'Big Picture' person, or a 'little picture' person?

What is on your dresser?