anymore
my mind has this way of racing. racing right back into time. and the halls and the walls are cluttered with yous and mes. i dream a dream now that is restless, that is all twisted blankets and the night. i have a warm face and it's close to your cold one, too cold. too close. you have a grave face and it's a watery one. too close and too cool. my face it's a hot one, a warm one. still so warm. the extemes of temepture prevail.
yesterday my grandmother called to say she is stopping giving things away. she kept calling me last year saying "i'm boxing up the tea set you gave me and sending it back, along with the collage your mother made me when she and your dad were first married" and she'd call my brother and say " i am shipping you a box of old year books and text books and your fathers old comics".
she assures me she is going to stop doing this. it is because she explains " since your grandfather died i have been dying everyday, and i'm going to do that anymore."
About Me
- mosey handmade
- mosey handmade is inspired by the fabrics from her childhood, calicos and tiny prints, hand dyed felt. mosey loves working with recycled materials. dyeing them, cutting them up and fashioning them into new lovelies. see also: a love of things found in her tiny garden, the ocean or the forest nearby. natural materials have become a mosey favorite and she cannot seem to get enough of wool, linen, and cotton. mosey handmade has been felting recycled sweaters in her washing machine all fall and winter- and there is nothing like the hum of the wash and the smell of lavender soap to get one sewing! all mosey items are handmade in a wee little studio with a view of the garden and the smell of the ocean.
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