Trevor posted this on the "Plenty" blog about my window and me,
he is a lovely guy with a great shop that i have talked about here before
and
Northern Exposure is one of my all time favorite TV shows
One of the wonderful things about Plenty is that I get to surround myself with great food and goods that delight me. And these seem to attract people that delight me as well.
One of those people is Gillian Gravenor, a fantastic textile artist, seamstress, and creator of extraordinary things. She came into the store asking for a fair quantity of whole star anise and I imagined that she was making up a batch of something quite exotic. Gillian was using it in collages she was creating on cards. Soon we were selling those cards and I feel so grateful for everything Gillian brings in from her studio. We have some of her curio boxes in the store - whimsical match boxes filled with curated urban detritus - they are little palm sized galleries. We also have some of her tea cozies made with repurposed sweaters and in a month we’ll be bringing back her Christmas stockings (made from sweaters that are now fantastic as stockings but may have been a bit garish in their earlier form). Gillian has also brought in vintage aprons that she’s collected and aprons that she’d made from vintage tablecloths and repurposed fabric. Last Fall we featured a display of felted sculptures that are difficult to adequately describe but gathered together they looked to me like whimsically coloured sea squirts or perhaps a garden of fantastical squash.
Recently Gillian brought in an incredible wall hanging (pictured above) that features a crow made from shiny black buttons. It is currently featured in one of the display windows at the front of the store with some fabric crows, some incredible crow tea cozies, and some of Gillian’s aprons.
The wall hanging reminds me of one of my favourite Northern Exposure episodes that features a Raven Festival where Cicily was decorated with ravens instead of Christmas ornaments and Marilyn (Elaine Miles) shared a legend about ravens:
A long time ago, the raven looked down from the sky and saw that the people of the world were living in darkness.
The ball of light was kept hidden by a selfish old chief.
So the raven turned himself into a spruce needle and floated on the river where the chief’s daughter came for water.
She drank the spruce needle.
She became pregnant and gave birth to a boy, who was the raven in disguise.
The baby cried and cried until the chief gave him the ball of light to play with.
As soon as he had the light, the raven turned back into himself.
The raven carried the light into the sky.
From then on, we no longer lived in darkness.
I’m a fan of crows and ravens - intelligent and enigmatic and I think generally they’ve been given a bad wrap. Crows were recently the focus of a Nature of Things episode. The episode demonstrated that some crows are adept at using tools, they have complex social lives, and they can recognize the facial features of individual people. Of course, historically in many cultures they’ve been thought of not so much as bringers of light but more as harbingers of darkness, death, and doom. That’s my lead-in to mention a Halloween event that’s happening along Fort Street this Friday and Saturday:
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Packing for the Future: Instructions
Take the thickest socks.
Wherever you’re going
you’ll have to walk
There may be water.
There may be stones.
There may be high places
you cannot go without
the hope socks bring you,
they way they hold you
to the earth.
At least one pair must be new,
must be blue as a wish
hand-knit by your mother
in her sleep.
*
Take a leather satchel,
a velvet bag and an old tin box –
a salamander painted on the lid.
This is to carry that small thing
you cannot leave. Perhaps the key
you’ve kept though it doesn’t fit
any lock you know,
the photograph that keeps you sane,
a ball of sting to lead you out
though you can’t walk back
into that light.
In your bag leave room for sadness,
leave room for another language.
There my be doors nailed shut.
There may be painted windows.
There maybe signs that warn you
to be gone. Take the dream
you’ve been having since
you were a child, the one
with open fields and the wind
sounding.
*
Mistrust no one who offers you
water from a well, a songbird’s feather,
something that’s been mended twice.
Always travel lighter
than the heart.
Lorna Crozier
Wherever you’re going
you’ll have to walk
There may be water.
There may be stones.
There may be high places
you cannot go without
the hope socks bring you,
they way they hold you
to the earth.
At least one pair must be new,
must be blue as a wish
hand-knit by your mother
in her sleep.
*
Take a leather satchel,
a velvet bag and an old tin box –
a salamander painted on the lid.
This is to carry that small thing
you cannot leave. Perhaps the key
you’ve kept though it doesn’t fit
any lock you know,
the photograph that keeps you sane,
a ball of sting to lead you out
though you can’t walk back
into that light.
In your bag leave room for sadness,
leave room for another language.
There my be doors nailed shut.
There may be painted windows.
There maybe signs that warn you
to be gone. Take the dream
you’ve been having since
you were a child, the one
with open fields and the wind
sounding.
*
Mistrust no one who offers you
water from a well, a songbird’s feather,
something that’s been mended twice.
Always travel lighter
than the heart.
Lorna Crozier
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
hard choices
its hard to choose sometimes
to take the chance
by being true to myself
chance that a friendship will end
or act another way just to keep the status quo
to be able to even see the person
i made a hard choice
i dont think my friend even understands
and i know i have to be prepared to loose them entirely
i like myself better
i like myself rather than dont
i remember the 4 days of agony before i ended it with "the boy"
the pain of the choice
the clarity of the only answer
the sadness of choosing the end
and even today
he wont speak or acknowledge me
i understand
and have to accept it
have peace
to take the chance
by being true to myself
chance that a friendship will end
or act another way just to keep the status quo
to be able to even see the person
i made a hard choice
i dont think my friend even understands
and i know i have to be prepared to loose them entirely
i like myself better
i like myself rather than dont
i remember the 4 days of agony before i ended it with "the boy"
the pain of the choice
the clarity of the only answer
the sadness of choosing the end
and even today
he wont speak or acknowledge me
i understand
and have to accept it
have peace
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
loneliness
i dont know why i am so embarrassed to admit my loneliness..... i am very lonely at times
it likely isnt good that i work at home either.
today downtown i ran into a lover .... not a boyfriend ... a lover
he was glad to see me and we chatted and he hugged me warmly
i told him that i had to move and he was sad
he has a girlfriend now... i asked about her.... shouldnt have
when we said goodbye
i was overcome with sadness
we dont feel that way about each other...so i dont know the reason for my sadness
later a couple of native guys said hello
one pointed to his friend telling me he was up for adoption
did i want to adopt him?
the other guy says dont
and they wander off
magee said once
some qoute maybe the buddha?
"we are all just trying too get thru"
aint that the truth
it likely isnt good that i work at home either.
today downtown i ran into a lover .... not a boyfriend ... a lover
he was glad to see me and we chatted and he hugged me warmly
i told him that i had to move and he was sad
he has a girlfriend now... i asked about her.... shouldnt have
when we said goodbye
i was overcome with sadness
we dont feel that way about each other...so i dont know the reason for my sadness
later a couple of native guys said hello
one pointed to his friend telling me he was up for adoption
did i want to adopt him?
the other guy says dont
and they wander off
magee said once
some qoute maybe the buddha?
"we are all just trying too get thru"
aint that the truth
Friday, October 9, 2009
status update oct 9
had lunch with b
he looked and was so sad
that i had tears too
and later in the car we had a deep talk and i really cried
he looked and was so sad
that i had tears too
and later in the car we had a deep talk and i really cried
Saturday, October 3, 2009
boiling up
inspired by india
and not having a clue as to what i was doing
i boiled up a pot of lavender and something that looks like eucalyptus
stems and everything
added these bits of fabric
the wool is the most interesting
and it has moth holes (i like that)
these bits will be used in the textile collages i have been doing so moth holes only add to the the charm
i do imagine that boiling it up in some coffee with give the same colour
but not the same kind of magic
in progress
i have been feeling bad about not writing
the truth is i have been sewing like a fiend
so better to show you the in progress
soon enough i will show finished products
keep in mind this is preparation for christmas sales
the truth is i have been sewing like a fiend
so better to show you the in progress
soon enough i will show finished products
keep in mind this is preparation for christmas sales
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