This morning the wind has died down and there are fluffy clouds scattered across the blue. I made pancakes for breakfast, these are usually reserved for Sunday mornings but seeing as I am heading north into the snow I thought it would be a nice treat before I got on the road.
I had something like writer's block except for me it was button block. The vintage box was primed and ready to go. Hundreds of buttons for me to choose from all sorted by colour and type. But I could not picture in my mind what the box was going to look like. I have a pretty good idea about the inside; a mini quilt made with a mixture of fabrics and in one corner, a cupped ceramic hand (Japanese) perfect for holding rings.
Then after a day of not thinking about the box or buttons, I realized that I was thinking about the process too much. I've done this so many times that I was fighting it thinking I had to do something totally different and outrageous. But when something is good and it works, why fight it? All I had to do was remind myself of what I do; I take a box and I cover it with buttons.
I talk on the phone a lot. That is part of my job. These flowers are a result of one of those phone calls.
I know the pie isn't all there but I just needed Mr. Cowboy to model the latest cover for my hot mitts. I found this great cotton with a pomegranate design (my favourite fruit) so could not resist sewing it up. This is layer number ten and we can still get our hands into them.
Oh, and by the way, the cherry pie with graham cracker crust and whipped cream that Mr. Cowboy made was really good.
This may seem like an ordinary bowl of mezze linguine but it was far from ordinary. We finally dipped into a bin of our frozen cherry tomatoes. Someone who is very patient removed the skins from the tiny orbs and then made a quick sauce with lots of parsley. Very tasty and even better when served with a dollop of ricotta.