Hearth Magic to Bless the New Year: Papercutting

hny20173I do papercutting to bless my home for the year ahead.

Sometimes I do it New Year’s Day. Sometimes I wait until the initial hubbub of the New Year has passed.

For a kitchen witch and anyone else who wants to do it, this magic is so easy that children can join in.

My ritual is simple and unadorned: I tend to make a new papercutting or two for my hutch every year at this time.

hny3Instead, you could put your cutting on your refrigerator, in a frame on the wall, or anywhere else.

You can cut symbols to represent your wishes, and color the paper cutting, but none of that’s necessary. The important things to me are: 1) a new paper cutting represents a fresh new start in the New Year, as if I’m letting go of any past debris, and 2) the simple bit of crafting can be considered a house blessing.

The paper in these photos is just plain ol’ letter-size copy paper. Use paper bags, newspaper, magazines, origami paper, or any other paper you have on hand.

For more about papercutting, check out my blog http://www.outlawbunny.com/2011/12/29/paper-cutting-shelf-paper-hearth-blessing/ … My goodness, I wrote that five years ago. Time flies!

Happy new year!


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Feeling Complete at Yule

2016simpleyulesmobI made a commitment to use what was on hand for the Yule season, instead of purchasing anything.

Nothing wrong with shopping, but this year I knew it’d make me lose my peace and center.

In contrast, creating a simple, homespun arrangement gave me peace and centered me. It does the same when I take a moment to look at it; just looking at it feels meditative.

I found pine cones on a walk. A friend could not cook her artichokes because they started to dry out. I let them finish drying.

Adding a bow to the pinecones and artichokes made the arrangement complete. I feel complete, too.

I wasn’t rigid about spending money for the holidays. I bought Paperwhite bulbs to force bloom indoors.

It felt right to buy them. They added to my being peaceful and centered, because I was buying them not to “have stuff”—I do not need more stuff—but to create an experience, an experience of floral scent filling my home midwinter, and of the oxygen inundation that occurs with winter bulbs indoors. Here are the paperwhites tucked behind my aloe plant:

paperwhitesI really wanted to get myself treats this winter. Using what I had in my home to make beautiful things created lovely treats.

I also made a donation to Standing Rock to help stop the Dakota Access Pipeline. The best gift to give myself was that donation.

A few days ago, I opened the mail to a lovely surprise. My friend who’s also my Faerie Druidism student made—MADE—me a pendant: a silver branch with nine bells hanging.

I am so grateful for and delighted by this generous gift.

I also felt that not cluttering my consciousness with unnecessary shopping opened the way for something really special and unexpected to arrive at my door.


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Recipe: Yule Sweets


If you saw a version of the following post a few years back on my SageWoman blog, I posted it here too, for folks who don’t follow the other blog:

Chocolate Lumps
Gluten and sugar-free dessert

Pagans do not have to worry about lumps of coal in our Yule stockings. But you can have chocolate lumps instead, yum!

My approach to the ecstatic path is down to earth and often quite simple. For example, last year I made a list of things to 1) keep my spirits up during the Yule season and 2) help create a happy season for other people.

Inventing a new chocolate recipe was on the list. … Well, the list didn’t just include inventing new chocolate yumminess. The real point was my consuming said yumminess. :-)

I thoroughly enjoyed it, and will use the recipe again this year. Here it is:

This may not be to everybody’s taste. I don’t like my chocolate sweet, but I like it really dark and really chocolatey. This recipe has a lovely fruity undertone.

It makes about about a dozen chocolate lumps. All measurements are by weight.

In blender, blend 2 & 1/2 ounces pecans. Blend til most are ground well, but leave a little of them still in small bits. Put into bowl.

Add to blender 1 & 1/2 ounces each:
* frozen unsweetened orange juice concentrate
* water

Plus 1/2 ounce each:
* raisins
* dried coconut, shredded or flakes. It does not matter whether it is shredded or flakes, because it’s going into the blender. If you do not like coconut, dried apricots might make a good substitute. If you try apricots, let me know how it comes out. If you use apricots, I suggest you blend them on their own, til most are ground well, and a little are in small bits.

Blend until puréed.

Then put the blend into the bowl that has the pecans. (You’re going to need a spatula to get all that yumminess out of the blender.)

Add to the bowl 1/2 ounce unsweetened cocoa.

Mix all ingredients.

The mixture ended up too moist to roll into balls by hand. So I dusted a pretty little plate (on which I would serve this treat) with cocoa. Next, I used a spoon to put a lump of yumminess onto the plate, and then pushed it about with spoon and fingers until it was a dusted lump—not a lump of coal but of chocolate. I added more cocoa to the plate as needed.

Nobody’s going to care that these things are not perfectly shaped, because they taste heavenly, and the roughness makes them look beautiful.

Part of my commitment to walking an ecstatic path is to make positives out of negatives. So, when served, if these lumps get people’s fingers sticky, I’ll explain that if they lick the chocolate off their fingers, it will make their Pagan soul happy. :-)

Aside: Yes, I know the ecstatic path has serious, mystical aspects. Fact is, I am so comfortable with them that I can also be light-hearted about the path.

A light whimsical heart floats high and happy among the clouds. Eat these lumps = Be a happy fey-touched witch or other wondrous being. End of aside.

This is gooey goodness, so not for putting in Yule stockings. But while eating lumps, I was chatting on the phone, telling a friend how good the lumps taste. His response to my happy noises was “Organic orgasm!” An apt description.


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Day After Election



Today I will not give up.

I acknowledge my terror,
but I will not give up.
I acknowledge my anger,
but I will not give up.
I acknowledge my sense of hopelessness,
but I will not give up.

I will feel my terror, anger, and hopelessness,
but I will not let them be my permanent home.

I will use my terror, anger, and hopelessness as power.

I will believe in love’s power.
I will believe in beauty’s power.
I will remain an agent of love and beauty.

I will not be a doormat; I will go into battle if need be.
I do not know if I will survive the coming strife.
But my spirit will live.

I will not surrender my integrity.
I will be an agent of love.
I will find calm in the eye of the storm.
I will bring peace to all my relations.
I will trust the Divine.
I will continue to make love and beauty my home.

November 9, 2016

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Magic Basket

A ritual vessel to bless/empower goals, herbs, incense, etc.


I made a basket for one of my shamanic students. The info below is for her and anyone who might enjoy it.

Hi, hon, I started your sacred art by spinning yarn on a wild rose stick from my property. I spin on a stick instead of a spindle or spinning wheel. Once the stick was filled with yarn, I spun on the other wild rose stick I harvested. Both sticks are blessed by and used in service to the Faerie Queen.

I chose colors you like (I hope), adding others for magical and aesthetic reasons. It was fun combining colors for you because I got to create a palette I wouldn’t use for myself. It is designed for you.

I spun wool, silk, bamboo, and probably other stuff. There are various wools, including lovely curly locks and, I’m pretty sure, Cormo, which is a soft luxury fiber a little hard to come by.

The quarter and nickel in the photo show the basket’s size.

To weave the basket, I made a makeshift loom. I used salmon-colored commercial acrylic yarn for the warp, figuring it would make a stronger structure. (The warp yarn does not show much except on the basket’s bottom.)

The basket bottom is a circle I felted from wool and other fibers. If memory serves, a big portion of it is Cormo. When you turn the basket over, you’ll see wool locks on the bottom.
The following is the best shot of the inside bottom I could get. It’s gorgeous, with fuzzy wisps of locks rising like tendrils of magic reaching up to bless whatever you put in the basket.

The basket is dedicated to and empowered for magical use—whatever you deem that to be, but here are two options.

1) Use the vessel to make wishes or set intentions. For example, beginnings are a good time to draw on magic, whether you’re starting a day or a project. Here’s a spell I put together based on a discussion we had during a shamanic counseling session:

Step 1) In the morning, contemplate the day ahead. Or at the beginning of a project, muse on the project. There are many ways to do this. Here are a few. You might choose your priorities for the day/project. Or think about what you hope will happen. If you do divination, you might use it for guidance about the day/project.

Step 2) After you spend a minute—or as long as you want—in contemplation, write down your intention, wish, hopes, priorities, guidance, or whatever.

Step 3) Put the paper in the basket. Or instead of writing, hold your intention, wish, hopes, … in your heart as you gently blow one breath into the basket.

Thus you’ve used the basket to bless/empower your intentions (or whatever) for the day/project ahead. Doing this on a regular basis in the morning can be a wonderfully witchy practice.

2) The basket functions as a witch’s pentacle to bless objects (except food). Empower an amulet, herbs (still in a container so they do not get into the fibers or vice versa), ribbons, etc., by putting them in the vessel for however long feels right.

If you don’t absolutely love the basket, please tell me; I’ll know it’s for someone else, then I will make you something else.

Guarantee: if the basket breaks within two years, I repair or replace it.

Respond here or by email, hon.

To anyone else reading this:

Until they are sold out, my Etsy shop carries talismanic art pieces remaining from when I created non-commissioned work: https://www.etsy.com/shop/outlawbunny

I usually only have time to make tailored talismans for my students, but sometimes accept other commissions for sacred art, channeled specifically for its recipient and blessed accordingly. Prices start at $130. Email me for information: outlawbunny at outlawbunny.com


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Finding Creative Joy

HatFlw2Finding Creative Joy:
Nine Tips for Doing Textile Arts Despite Disabilities

This post can also help anyone—including able-bodied individuals—tap into their creativity. Check out tips 3, 6, 7, 8, & 9.

Backstory: I use a wheelchair. My caretakers do chores I cannot physically manage, e.g., grocery shopping and dishwashing. A physician told me most people in my situation never get back out of bed. It took a year and a half of aggressive physical therapy exercise to be able to sit. Now I can sit all day. My point: I’m badly disabled and fabric arts make me deliriously joyous … despite my disabilities.

What works for me might work for you:

1) Experiment with adaptive methods, if a craft appeals to you but seems beyond your physical capacity. Be creative about it. Use your fine mind, intuition, and gut instinct. A creative personality just *makes stuff up.*

Example: I wanted to wet felt to make myself hats. Felting requires hand, arm, hip, and leg usage I do not have. Then a friend sent me a package with wool roving for packing material. I took that wool as synchronicity—guidance from the universe to try wet felting.

I wondered whether I could felt using my feet. Lo and behold, it worked.


2) Keep experimenting. If a method doesn’t work, move onto the next experiment. If that doesn’t work, move onto the next. Creative people keep trying things until they find something that works.

My feet and legs aren’t strong enough to roll wool much (rolling is a step in wet felting). I experimentally tossed the wool in the clothes dryer, then went online and discovered a cool dryer can replace the rolling step, LOL.

2015Nwsltr2 3) Go with the flow. This and some of the following tips can help anyone—including able-bodied individuals—tap into their creativity. When I’m pursuing a creative direction that physical limits halt, I don’t let myself toss the project.

Going with the flow is part of creative process. Some of my best pieces occur when disabilities or something else block me from pursuing a vision. Follow the thread of forward movement that is possible, keep trying things, and be inventive. You’re creative, you can come up with something.

E.g., a few weeks ago, I started spinning fibers into yarn and, as of this post, I only spin on a pencil or stick. I absolutely love the process. Tried spinning with a drop spindle, but it was painful. Spinning on a stick goes slowly; as of writing this, I make little lengths of yarn, ranging in weight from .8 to .2 of an oz. I wasn’t sure what to do with such small bits of yarn, then realized I’d figure out projects.

ScarfYarnThink about the magical potency of spinning only on a stick and spinning just a bit of yarn: before the first spindle was invented, a single strand of a single foot of spun fibers must have been precious and wondrous. If I never spend a lot of time spinning and end up focusing on miniature weavings and other tiny projects, the spinning I do might be more by being less, because I’ll cherish and use every magical inch, as will my Gods.

4) Think size. Is tiny, small, medium, large, or huge best for you? I retain fine motor skills in my hands, by and large, but my arm use is limited. Small projects that fit in my lap—instead of demanding large arm movements—work for me. Someone good with larger movements but lacking fine motor skills might pursue big pieces that don’t require much detail work.

Here is a tiny wall hanging I wove with yarns I’d spun. A quarter is in the photo for scale:TinyWeaving

5) Take breaks. I try to not do too much on a project in one day. I take a lot of breaks, for a few minutes or even a few months. I take breaks not only to avoid injury but also, quite honestly, because sometimes I overdo it and exacerbate my illness so need healing. I also need breaks to build up my spirit when I get discouraged by disabilities. But sometimes the best way to get past the blahs is to push forward on a project.

6) Honor “random” ideas that pop into your head. Not all of them will be useful, but don’t automatically discount them without considering them first. For example, in the insomniac’s wee hours of a morning, a random thought occurred: “Stick?” I went on line and, sure enough, there was a video on spinning fibers into yarn on a pencil. I had a blast and began a new fiber arts adventure.

7) Make fun, peace, and self-fulfillment your priority. I have a high standard for what I do professionally. I have a high standard for my moral behavior. But unless I’m selling my art, it doesn’t matter how good it is; the important thing is that making art keeps me centered and happy, and might add beauty to the world.

I work hard to make something wonderful, but sometimes the best way to do that is to pursue fun, peace, and self-fulfillment above all else. This ties in with the next two tips.

8) Do not thwarted by perfectionism. One thing that makes textile arts possible for me is accepting major flaws in my pieces. For example, some hats I felted for myself could easily rip, but I know where and handle the hats accordingly. See above photos of me in hats I made myself. If I make something for a friend, I explain its imperfections and how to deal with them. I do not deny myself fun hats or the joy of art just because I can’t produce according to irrelevant standards.

2016-8-1SmAbove are some of my first spinnings. Over half of them are barely drafted, some are over-spun and otherwise problematic, and … I … didn’t … care. Spinning makes me happy. I won’t sell anything made with my yarn, so durability etc., is irrelevant. I plan yarn projects for which my spinnings are appropriate. That includes my not caring if yarn in an item breaks, because I’ll have made it for my own use and will enjoy the item for however long it lasts.

9) Ignore Righteous Artisans. Whether you’re disabled or not, there will always be people who insist on “correct” methods and results for whatever art form is under discussion. Phooey! Many great artists produce wonderful work by ignoring those naysayers. Shifting methodology or results to accommodate my disabilities gives me the chance to express my creative spark.

Summary: If I brainstorm creatively and persistently, and keep a few simple things in mind, I find ways to express myself. Let me know if any of my ideas suit you, and tell me what methods you’ve figured out yourself. Together, we can do wonderful things.


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Spirit Offering


I wove this small piece for a friend—for the magical child who lives within her and for the Faeries who live on her property. I wove sunset sand castles and other landscapes to explore.

My friend brought “Saori weaving” to my attention, explaining my philosophy of being oneself and ignoring rules that limit creativity make my weavings “Saori,” since Saori philosophy is the same as mine.

But there’s always plenty of room to grow. This weaving was another step along the path to freedom of self expression. It is only my sixth weaving, so clearly I need to grow technically, but this post is about non-technical aspects of my process.

My friend gifted me with spindles, with bits of her yarn remaining on the spindles. I’m sure this wall hanging is nothing compared to what she weaves, since she’s been at it way longer than newbie-moi, but her yarn wanted to return to her in a new guise. Making that happen was a way to thank her for her support of my spinning. The weaving used most of the yarn on the spindles.

Though this little piece is light-years from what a weaving can be, fulfilling my karma this lifetime requires a commitment to sending a lot of my visual art away, out into the world.

I have a different karma when it comes to my work as a shamanic guide this lifetime. That work, whether in a class, psychic reading, direct spiritual transmission, or book, must be polished, polished, then polished. For example, I studied poetry writing so that, when I channel during a class or one-on-one session, I have verbal skills honed to capture and speak the concepts and images the Goddess asks me to relay. But my visual art must be released into community regardless of how good I think it is or not.

(… Hm, the above paragraph does not take into account two things: 1) I and many others use our visual art to provide shamanic guidance. 2) I work hard at my visual arts. It is just that I work even harder as a shamanic guide. … Well, you get the drift of what the paragraph is saying.)

Part of this weaving’s theme is letting go of perfectionism, thereby letting my energy flow out into the community and universe. When we let go of perfectionism, Faeries come play with us.

My weaving friend praised the exuberance of my thick, uneven yarn. In the process, she mentioned she spins thin. I’m so ridiculously competitive that I took her words as a challenge, though she didn’t mean it that way, and I tried to spin thin with dark-green Corriedale wool. It was boring. That’ll teach me to do something other than my own style. I must be myself and let that self expression flow out to the universe. I added some of my thin green yarn to the weaving. (By the way, later I discovered I love spinning silk thin.)

This close-up has a quarter and a nickel in it, to give you a sense of the weaving’s small size:SpiritOffering2

The glass jewel is gorgeous, but I think the photo might make it look a little tacky. I wish the photo showed how the glass shimmers like a Faerie rainbow. It might be vintage Vitrail.

The glass piece continues the theme of being oneself. It and its setting were presents from my friend Willie Zuniga, who is a remarkable jeweler. Check out her shop at https://www.etsy.com/shop/MorningGloryDesigns. Willie tried to help me learn technical aspects of layering, wrapping, and gluing metal components with stones to make jewelry. I tried hard but, though I managed to make myself some jewelry I like, mostly I could not get the hang of the techniques.

Finally, I decided to use metal components and stones I adored in ways congruent with my technical inclinations, like in this weaving.

I also wove in locks I got locally, as well as fleece and locks from Tina at https://www.etsy.com/shop/HermanHillsFarm, plus something else of hers that I think is fleece and locks. Tina is a master at dyeing and blending wool, though she humbly insists otherwise. I wonder if Tina knows how much Faeries like to watch her at her work. She’s a woman being herself.

I received no remuneration in cash or goods for mentioning anyone’s products. I praise work and link to shops to honor/support fellow artisans who do awesome work.


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Arachne’s Web of Life

I didn’t realize how soon spiritual lessons I learned from spinning yarn might need to be applied to a serious life challenge. But even when life tangles like yarn, Arachne’s web of life nurtures me.

I spin yarn on sticks:ScarfYarn

August 18: Interesting event for me last night, as a spiritual seeker and newbie spinner: I spent hours untangling a piece of yarn. The unknotting process varied from maddeningly aggravating to mystically graceful to hurting my back to figuring out ways to make untangling not stress my body. Spread through all those moments, life lessons came.

I’d finally spun a single length of yarn that was quite long. When I was setting the yarn, it became tangled. After I untangled it, which took quite a while, lo and behold it tangled again. I untangled it. It tangled a third time.

This was because I didn’t know how to properly fasten such a long length.

Where has my/your life tangled because I/you did not organize it better?

Great Mother Goddess and Arachne and all my other Gods, help me keep my life untangled.

I finally permanently unsnarled the yarn by wrapping each end onto something so the ends couldn’t retangle while I was unknotting the mess. (Yes, that’s an obvious solution. But I’d tried it early in the process, and the wrapped ends were too bulky to move through all the little knots I was undoing. I finally worked around that.)

I finished untangling by 6 AM. Have had wicked insomnia lately. After spending insomniac hours in a yarn labyrinth, I knew my yarn really well. Previously, I’d worried if my spinnings were strong enough. Well, in all that untangling and knotting and unknotting, my yarn did not break once. It was silk and maybe some bamboo, and it was solid solid solid.

I also got to see the beauty and nature of yarn in general and of mine in particular.

Has untangling one of my (your) life problems helped me (you) recognize the nature and beauty of my (your) life and realize my (your) strengths?

My Gods, show me the lessons in life’s tanglings.

The yarn may not be quite as “pretty” as before I pried at it for hours to get out knots. That too was a lesson because even if some unwound to return closer to being roving, it remained unbroken despite being stressed by the unknotting process. I’m going to let my spinnings just be what they are and stop worrying about someone else’s standards or aggravating my hands trying to remove slubs or other imperfections. Mind you, I was already going with the flow to a great degree but now I will do it more.

Where in my (your) life does perfectionism hurt me (you)?

My Gods, keep me from acts and thoughts that harm my body and spirit.

Below are all the yarns I set last night (still a bit wet), including the one that repeatedly tangled. Yes, there’s a short length of yarn wrapped around the vase. I had to cut a small piece off to get the tangles undone; the vase stood in for a niddy noddy as did the stick shuttle. There’s a quarter and a nickel in the picture for scale. Some of the yarn is quite fine which added to the likelihood of tangling and the difficulty of untangling. I’m so proud and happy as a new spinner to have made this yarn.ScarfYarn2

As a child, I had few art supplies and none of them were quality. The upside: I learned to create with whatever existed. A friend of mine says, “Francesca, you actually could make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.”

I eventually learned to buy myself supplies, and good ones at that, but I still forget to acquire supplies sometimes.

While untangling, I pondered the gads of spinning and weaving paraphernalia a generous friend has sent me. This reminded me to make sure I purchase whatever spinning and weaving supplies will help me be less limited by my disabilities, will help me not exacerbate injuries I have, and will just help me creatively!

This morning I bought three small PVC-pipe niddy noddies, which will stop yarn from tangling and just generally speaking make setting my yarn less stressful on my body. I can submerge these niddy noddies in water!

What do I/you need right now for self-care physically, spiritually, and creatively?

My Gods, show me what I need and how to get it.

Not having the tool I needed snowballed into other problems: while untangling, I walked across the kitchen to release my sore back and dropped the yarn on the floor exactly where the cat had deposited a gob of cat food. Back to the sink to rewash the yarn, which caused the second of the three tanglings.

Is there some way I—or you—do not take care of business—e.g., acquire tools needed to be creative, eat healthily, listen to our feelings—and it snowballs?

My Gods, help me take care of myself.

August 19: When up all night de-knotting, I’d hoped to remember the lessons it taught me. I guess they were given me at just the right time: today I received a major knotted quandary; due to cruel bureaucracy, in two weeks I’ll lose a resource that is pivotal to keeping me physically alive. I cannot physically survive without this resource, but only wealthy people have enough money to pay for it. I might be able to pay for a bit of it each month—I have to check my finances to see if tightening my belt will make it possible—but it would not be sufficient.

There are many huge knots to undo. Our medical system is tied in endless tangles—ranging from lack of qualified doctors where I live to corrupt personnel blocking medical care—that will make it hard to find a solution.

What spiritual and magical lessons have I/you learned recently that need to be remembered and applied?

I don’t know how all my insomniac night’s revelations are relevant to my crisis, because it only occurred hours ago. But I’ll explore the possibilities, suspecting Divine Synchronicity gave me lessons right when they’d be needed. I do know I don’t want untangling this crisis to hurt my body or keep me up till six a.m.

Great Mother Goddess and Arachne and all my other Gods, please help me always apply my shamanism when push comes to shove and show me how to apply it.

I pledge to you: right now, I release the panic that’s at the base of my spine because otherwise it will exacerbate Multiple Sclerosis symptoms, and my health will deteriorate.

Please give me the tools to feel the panic (which rises inevitably when one faces a life-and-death situation) but not live in it.

Please give me tools to stay serene both for my health and so I’m clearheaded about how to overcome the medical situation.

Help me untangle my thoughts, feelings, and the dilemma.

I’m grateful to be teaching shamanic classes, acting as a spiritual guide, and giving direct spiritual transmissions because lessons and blessings I convey come to me as well and are exactly what I need to stay sane and proactive right now, thank you.

Thank You for all you give me.

So mote it be!


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Faerie Taoist Weaving


A generous friend sent me a bunch of her spindles to encourage my endeavors as a newbie spinner and weaver.

She kindly left a little bit of fibers she’d spun on each spindle. I took three of her yarns from the spindles to weave freeform around a rock, to gift her as a small thanks (heh, unintentional pun!) for her awesome support.

I love the rock—it’s the sort of precious, perfectly polished, perfectly round, and perfectly symmetrical stone you find on the beach. Came across it on a peaceful lake trip and thought it perfect for wet felting. But it is perfect plus for weaving around. When you enclose a stone in wool felt, the felting often hides some of the stone’s irregularities anyway. So this stone is better used more visibly so you can see its quiet perfection.

I saw stones with weavings on them that were simple, orderly, and serene. Zen. So I sat down to weave this piece with great hopes.

I am clearly not Zen.

I am Taoist. … But …

I’m what I’ve dubbed Faerie Taoist. And my inner Taoist monk is a trickster. Mad Hatter and Arachne joined forces for this piece.


I was going to call the piece Turtle Island. … then decided it would be more appropriate to call it Discworld. All hail, Terry Pratchett!

I hope my friend enjoys the wee, mad weaving. Oh, my goodness, you Terry Pratchett fans will see what I just accidentally did: you know, like “wee mad men?”



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Small Loom Weaving

This post is for a friend of mine, but I thought other folks might enjoy it.

Hey Kathleen, I just made a birthday present for you and Ken. Would you like it? It is little and cute. I think it’s magical.


I spun all its yarn on a pencil, except maybe spun a bit on a drop spindle.

It’s somewhat become a ritual now, when I try a new art form, to send you one of the first—if not the very first of the—pieces I make. Have you noticed that?

I am so glad we share our art journeys with each other.

Since I’ve only been spinning a few weeks, and this is only my fourth weaving, I don’t know how durable it’ll be, but it’s going to hang on the wall, instead of being used as a dog chew, so I think it’ll be OK.

There are various fibers. I made the bottom yarn from my friend Jenn Campus’s gorgeous undyed Shetland roving. The predominant yarn is Romney wool spun with orange and yellow bamboo fibers. You saw a picture of that yarn earlier; it’s the stuff you didn’t want because it is so thick. Since I know you like those colors, I put it in the weaving. There’s also a bit of other homespun yarns I made; the green is probably Merino top. I also wove in some locks, including the purple fuzzy stuff.

The stick is from the oak tree in my backyard, which means something to my druid heart.

Here’s a picture of it with a quarter for scale.

If you like it, I’ll enclose it with the yarn I spun for you.

If it’s easier for you, just respond by email or Facebook.

As you always say: smooches!


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