all i can handle.

I feel like
the sharp edge
of something

It makes you
ravenous
for the hand of God

1 a.m.

I worry
that I gave away
my beauty
too often

And now it runs from me

there is unfair.

there is a lot of unfair. there is a lot of disappointed. there is a lot of cry-while-you-brush-your-teeth. there is also a lot of stubborn. there is brush your hair and put on a pretty dress and bring the flowers inside to brighten the rooms. there is pumpkin cookies and cinnamon coffee and late-day yoga in the sunlight. there is happy, or the leaning in the direction of happy. there is the choice to smile anyway.

gathered smock top.

So I feel really silly for even posting these pictures because, honestly, they suck. Especially if I stop to compare them with all the fabulous "DIY" and sewing pictures by other bloggers out there. But oh well. There is no sun to be had this week and I became really impatient waiting for perfect picture-taking conditions.

This is a simple, smock-style top, basically two long rectangles sewn together at center front and center back, leaving a 'V' for the head, and then stitched up the sides with enough space left to fit the arms through. I gathered the waistline with elastic and did the same with the sleeves. I also tea-dyed it, as I didn't really like this fabric's blindingly white background. I like the way it turned out. It looks great with jeans, cinched with a belt at the waist, or with boots and a little cardigan for cold weather.

On another sewing note, I printed this free pattern from the Colette blog. It's been all over the internet for a long time now, and I want to finally try my hand at making it. I'm thinking of lengthening it into a dress...because I really need to make another dress. Right.

yesterday.

*please ignore the overflowing laundry*

*first tight-wearing day of the season*

*dance party!*

*what a stinker*

*oh, i've missed those fall sunsets*

writing at night.

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Give me

His hands moving

his hands

down

my

back

At the window

We watch a leaf

curled

like old parchment

hop down the street

his lips on my hair

A prayer in the morning

I want Him to know

(He already knows)

I can't feel anything

until I've been touched

this fall.

This fall I want to

make pumpkin soup
go on long, chilly runs on the rail trail
make cinnamon-smelling potpourri for the house
throw a hot chocolate and fire pit party
take the husband on a bike riding date
embroider a poem
make glitter covered jack-o'-lanterns for the front stoop
make dried apple chips
possibly get away from it all
designate a family movie night
paint something, anything
clean up the house, top to bottom

What are you going to do this fall?