Magic Mushroom Clutch

This is what slow and diligent work looks like;

a deep intentional cut here,

a fully tooled fungi there...

my right wrist has told me very clearly it's tired of being cumulatively overused

so I began cumulatively underusing it this summer

in the hopes it would stave off more stress.

So a dream becomes a patiently crafted reality much later than my rabbit mind wants it to be

but greater things than that are running the show.

Working this way is transformative.

I have hurried so much in my life

and now to be forced to wait on things beyond my control

is....

well, ask me on any specific day and you'll get a very specific answer.

sometimes it is very spiritual.

Sometimes there are a lot of profane words in my response.

The sum of all the chatter is that I am lucky to create

and I am lucky to wait.

In waiting I researched mushrooms and birch

and fell that much more in love with what I was capturing in leather.

In waiting I smithed which is far less tough on the wrist

and got to flesh out some ideas long held.

In waiting I sang and played with my boy

and flirted with his daddy

I painted portraits

and shooed away cats.

Sometimes I think waiting is where the magic is for the soul.

.

Here she is, a catalogue of my many months since the clutch was dreamed up,

colorful and resplendent with fungi and bark.

Lined with a warm and oaky green

and stitched with saffron.

Each moment in the making a lucky one,

a blessed one.

In the Leather Shop now.

xoxox,

Sunny