12.29.11 Great Day

Today was a great day.  We spent it with our family.  A group of 5 cousins total.  Loving each other all day long.  And the 4 "grown ups."  Loving each other all day long.  The top picture is where we went.  A tiny beach up past Bodega in Sonoma County.  I can't tell you the name of the beach...because then I would have to kill you.  But suffice to say, it's the kind of place you can loose yourself staring out over the ocean.  The kind of place where boredom is not in the vocabulary.  It was beautiful.  Overcast, but with the occasional sun ray hitting the water on the horizon.  The ocean was rough, but there was no wind.  There were seals playing in the water...and kids playing on the shore.  The photo above is my rock star looking son.  He reminds me of an Oregon rocker in this picture.  In all the good ways.  I am sure the back of his plaid jacket has ZOSO embroidered on it.  I sure love that little booger.  So, anyway...it was a great day.  One of the rare ones where you feel totally at home and like you belong.  Which I guess is the beauty of family.  I can't really put my finger on why it is that way.  Why it is different with family.  But it is.  It's special.  It doesn't always work that way, I know.  But when it does, there is nothing better.

 

 

The photos above are part of a new colleciton of goods I am making.  This is an extra large bag - hand dyed in a nice blue/gray color.  I lined the inside with a brushed cotton plaid I stumbled upon.  I have been trying to move away from store bought fabrics - but come on...it's orange plaid!  I couldn't help myself.  The stitching detail is made up of strips of remnants.  Some hand dyed, some ticking.  I work the sewing machine back and forth until I get the kind of pattern and texture I am looking for.  I have coined it "rustic industrial" because it is not a finished look - hence the rustic - but it is also inspired by grain silos, barns and factories - hence the industrial.  It's mine and I love it.  Oh...and I am a little obsessed by it.  When I wake in the middle of the night, it's what I think about.  It is, apparently, almost all I think about.  But, as I have mentioned before, my ever loving family has unlimited patience with me.  xoxo