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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Dear

blog ladies and men, I miss you very much. I will make my way back here.

The real life of going places, speaking to people, and moving money is far more 3-D, far more threatening and potential than usual. The external has been requiring all of my energy, while the internal wilts. There is so much to show and tell. When?

But I will be back. Please know that I'm still reading; thank you all for continuing to write. Two of you have just met your new babies. Two of you are still waiting. All of you are crafting examples of art and art-in-life that make me want to burst with pride. You stun me. I cherish these pieces of your worlds and thoughts.

xx

Lizzie

Friday, February 10, 2012

house home

Yes, it's true. We bought a house.

Three weeks ago, we were browsing around vaguely on ComFree. Two weeks from now, we get possession and move in.

The living room is already full of boxes. We have a to-do list a mile long, and it includes applying for two new jobs on our new side of the river. I haven't been writing, but have instead been signing papers, taking extra shifts, sending out feelers and emails and making phone calls. I was not expecting to desert this house, this snowy garden, this hipster neighborhood, these bottle pickers, this gas stove, these bicycle routes, this newly-constructed mobile so quickly. Our life (so steady for two years) will be so different.

We will live in the basement suite, renting out the upstairs. Tim will have a heated workshop. His tools will move out of his parents' basement at last. I will have raised beds in the backyard and something of a study. We may finally have dogs, a microwave, a mortgage.

And oh we want them. They mean a place for us to work and design and manufacture. They mean an investment, something solid. They mean that we are managing our little money. They mean that we are stirring ourselves, going forward.

It isn't our dream house. It isn't smack in the middle of the city, where I love to be. It has small windows downstairs (where we'll live), carpets-not-hardwood, electric stoves. But we are so young. We have help that no one else we know has, and we are doing something we thought we'd have to wait six years to do. We feel lucky.

(Pictures galore to come.)

Saturday, February 4, 2012

a mobile





















Making this, I did begin to feel that I was playing with air.

I watched a movie about Stephen Hawking's youth while I wrapped the thread.

Soon, possibly as soon as Monday, we'll have a very exciting announcement to announce to you all. (No, not a baby.)

Have a beautiful weekend. Do yourself a favor and watch this.

Friday, February 3, 2012

slough

I'm sorry for being absent. I've been hit with a bout of depression (so different from my daily fight with moodiness) which forced me to take it seriously (too seriously), since I couldn't get out of bed.

Randomly, my world closed up until I couldn't fit in it. Then I shriveled up too.

It's only been a few days. I haven't been to the doctor; this has happened before. Perhaps to you as well?

Today I think I see a way up and out.