Posts Tagged ‘fog’

We’ve  been deep in hazy gray fog for nearly 5 days. This is California; we need a certain amount of sun to survive. I don’t care how cold it gets, but gray, unless knitted into a sweater, is not my color. 

Zephyr and I have walked past this little red mitten, hanging on a tree, for nearly as long as the weather has been gloomy.  It’s like Rudolph’s red nose, a bright red beacon in the fog.


 Sun! Send us sun!

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We are even deeper in fog today, think “Hounds of the Baskerville.” A good day to stay inside and work, but I took a very long, much needed walk and had coffee. Zephyr had to stay home, as he is still limping, which is torture on both of us. We both live for a good long walk. It’s our simplest most calming, therapeutic, head clearing moments of any given day. Still, he has to heal and I have to be the heavy about it.

Etsy business is slow, but I trudge ahead. It’s hard to think creatively in a gloom. Creativity needs space and an open mind. Still, I have gotten some incredibly kind feedbacks and there is nothing more assuring than a happy customer. So, I’m off to post in both shops, Dahlila and DahliaFound.

Here is a sneak peek at some upcycled cards I made last night. The pages are from a 1958 Harlequin Romance Novel: seductive Christmas calling cards. 😉


Have a warm Saturday, d.

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We are experiencing very fickle weather. Yesterday, beautiful sunshine. Today we are back in the deep freeze zone. I’m not complaining. I like winter. I just need to prepare for my Valentine’s Showcase on the 9th. I have photos to shoot! This requires sunshine. The cute men are picked (however, cute men can be fickle too. Their social lives trump so much else. . . so we will see.) I’ve found good back drops and my new camera is ready to go.

Meanwhile, there are 4 fuchsia gardenias huddled in the backyard, plus an array of mini-daises and something else in pink. They need to go to the cafe. This may require me sucking it up and gardening in the cold. Either way, I have work to do.

More later, d.

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The fog lifted, but has left a hard chill. I’ve abandoned felting–just for today–to crochet several scarflettes. I like how smart they look.

 Pumpkin Scarflette with Avacado Tie

You can actually wear them with urban wear and not feel overly bulky, as w/a scarf. And as I mentioned on Etsy, I hate it when my scarf falls from my shoulder onto the ground or into my coffee.  Dangerously long scarves can haphazardly fall into unwanted places in delicate situations. (Ask any woman who has ever tried to maneuver her body, coat, purse, packages, umbrella or child into a bathroom stall. The answer is in the scarflette. Now back to my crocheting.

Stay warm, d.

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As a writer I am a pesky editor. I am constantly going back and rewording items that most won’t even read. Plus, now that I’ve admitted I’m a writer, YOU are now searching for errors, aren’t you? Please don’t. You will surely find some. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not perfect–even when I really, really want to be. 😉

I have just been scrambling to fluff my Etsy shop, make it more alluring. It’s hard to do. EVERYTHING is on the photos. I’ve reshot some and am now waiting for the fog to lift so I can shoot more.

I’ve been terribly productive making scarves and experimenting w/scarflettes, chokers, beads and buttons. Today a batch of felting is going for a hot bath and I am very excited to see the results. Felting is such fun.

I also went thrifting yesterday and found some wonderful sweaters. One to wear; one to revamp. A beautiful dark blue with light blue and white Swedish edging will make a great pillow cover. The arms will be wrist warmers–for Etsy or myself. I can’t decide. Sometimes selling is hard, since I design everything to be loved by ME.

Fog or not, I’m off to cafe for coffee and soup. Friday is clam chowder day w/baguette. R has been happy–his girlfriend? Yes or no? Who knows. Am tempting him to purchase fuchsia scarf for his darling daughter.

Postal arrival! Real mail from my dearest friend, T. It has squirrel stickers and a bumble bee. T sends lovely letters and cards.  Very happy. Coffee AND letter.


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I don’t mind when it rains. Or even when the wind rattles my window panes. But fog is just sticky and unpleasant. It lingers like the smell of fried onions.

I took Zephyr for a walk, because I have to when it isn’t raining, but it was bone cold. Too chilly to sit outside for coffee–R. won’t let me bring Zephyr inside the cafe (my little neighborhood cafe, where I plant flowers in the spring, tend to their plants in trade for coffee and an ongoing friendly discord with R, the manager.) I don’t know why, Zephyr is more civilized and clean than some of R’s patrons. Humph.

So, I’ve come home to oatmeal. And it wasn’t bad–I rather like oatmeal–but it wasn’t French onion soup or Tomato bisque with croutons, which is what fog really needs. (And maybe a hot toddy too.) The weather, the food and my mood aren’t adding up warmly right now.

 And I’m nearly out of yarn! Ghast! I have barely enough to finish ONE wrist warmer. awkward. unbalanced. Not quite right. See? Sigh; oatmeal…

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