the road is full of curves

The travels last week went well.  We went a few different routes so there were new things to see.

And 70 mile an hour plus winds with snow.  We spent the night in Evanston, WY because the snow was coming down, the winds were blowing, and temperatures were falling.  We could have kept driving because Utah has better road maintenance then Wyoming but it was nice to stop.  There was about 8 inches of snow on the car when we left in the morning.  Koda Bear was thrilled!

Up at the Great Grandparents there were days of clear.

And days of rain.  I have the feeling that I will be going up at least once a year to help with pruning and garden clean up soon.  There may be a need in the future and I find gardening brings peace.  Even when I am just the muscle.

But the road is full of curves.  Koda Bear is back with me and my Beloved.  My plans have all changed.  Like I was going to go to California this weekend.  I am not going to have the energy.  Or the time.  I will work on my shop and the garden when it is not flooded.  The Bear and I will work on maths.  I will get back to the state park I was supposed to stay at though even without the trade show.  The pictures are lovely.  Just a road full of curves.

At my parents, I did have to make bread.  I have not made bread with all purpose white flour and commercial yeast in a long time.  That was an experience.  The flavour was not as developed as I would have liked but, again, the making of the bread brings peace.  The loaf was mostly gone by the end of the night.  My brother gave me crap about the crust being too dark.  But the bread disappeared!

I know could go on diatribe about the nutritional density of grocery store bought bread.  But I will not.  I do think I will need to plan five loaves of bread for each cross country trip or bring my levain so I can bake good bread on the road.  I am going to be looking for local millers and growers soon though.  I feel like I am back in the 60's or 70's and reading a Diet for a Small Planet.  Oh well . . .



Somehow I got wrangled into making a backpack for one of my Mom's church friends.   This was harder then you might think because I was given the instructions:  blue.  Wow, there are so many different blues!  This is what I ended up with.  I did ask for help with the choosing of the fabrics.

Then, there was the putting it together.  It was not hard but probably not the way I would have put it together.  I would also have cut some of the pieces different shapes, like the flap for the opening.

But I liked how it turned out.  The straps are adjustable because you tie them at the bottom.  I would have changed the top for me but that would have required grommets.

I would also have wanted more coverage for the opening but I followed the pattern.

I would also have probably used a buckle or a different closure for the flap. But I am hard on backpacks.  

I hope the person likes it.  I am delivering it next week.  If I were to make it again, I already mentioned some of the changes I would have made.  I also think I would go thrift store shopping and see what I could find in weather proof fabric.  I use backpacks and weather proof matters.


Christmas continued

Because we are taking the bear back, I am trying to finish some Christmas stocking stuffers that I have not gotten done yet.  Yes, this is my life.  I all but decided that I need to start working a little bit each week on Christmas for the year instead of the month.  It may be more successful.  Even after I finish this bit, there is one last piece I wish to finish.  Then, I will start again.

This whole month has been this way for me.  I find that I feel like I am a crazy person for all I do.  Instead of picking up mustard from the store, I ferment my own.  Instead of buying what, I make what.  But then, I "sit" myself down (actually, I am usually working on something) and think about my actions.  Think about where my life is, where I wished my life to be long ago, and where it is going.  

There is very little I would wish to change.  I always wanted to life off grid, making everything for myself.  I wanted to live in southeast Alaska.  When I am telling myself I am a crazy person, I admit to myself that within the parameters that my life is currently, I am living the life I wanted.  I think part of it is that I am already missing Koda bear.  Who is really not so small anymore.  I am getting as many hugs and whale kisses as I can so I can store up.



Me and plant dye.  I never get what I expect.  I boiled beets for an hour and got this wonderful red fluid.

But this is what I got.  Some change.  Not a lot of change.  I think I may need to add vinegar to the pot.  I also saw some posts on youtube where people peeled their beets.

Rabbit holes.  I just keep falling down rabbit holes.  But I will figure it all out.  Experimentation is life.  Or is it called play.  

I am not going to get to experiment much this month.  Koda Bear is going back to the Tall Short Person next week.  I will like getting away to Washington.  I am also thinking about going to a renegade trade show.  It will require some travel and I may get to see some of Joshua Tree National Park at the same time.  Back and then gone.  That sounds about right for me!  With time in a tent.  Life is good.


a bit of a rabbit hole

Life really has not been quiet lately.  Between what is going on in the world, preparing to take Koda Bear back to the Tall Short Person, and things not working out quite right, I find I need quiet.  Sleep would help too but the boyos are not helping there.

When I can get a chance, I have been working on a quilt.  The top is put together.  The back is done.  It is basted together.  I have sewing to do before I am on the road but what I really would like to work on is the quilting of this.  Might not happen.

I have been playing with plant dye and this week does not seem very successful.  It will be interesting to see what happens with the two pieces of silk I am working with now.  I cooked beet and tried to dye with that.  Not what I have been expecting so far.  Same is true with everything else I have been working on with dye.  Except my hands.  My hands show the work.

Oh well.  That is life.