If let it go, it's gone.
Do you feel that I am still wrestling with this space? This slice of the internet. Can you tell? It's not that I purposefully and enthusiastically started a blog and then that excitement and need dissolved. We're just circling each other. Like that sweater you bought three years ago that you never wore and has recently become your favorite.
Fall has juuust parked it's car outside the house in Canandaigua, NY. It's anticipated appearance has been acknowledged. Adorned in a sunlight that comforts and guides. One similar to Spring's.
Change is coming. All we have to do is believe it to make it so. I think of you often, dear Reader. How to better serve you, meet you, express my world to you. To my species and neighbors.
On behalf of the whole staff of ToolBoxEarth, I would like to grandly thank you for your support and patience. Yes, I am the only member of the staff but it's still the truest thing I'll declare all day. Thank you for being here with us.
Stay cool out there. Til next time, a woven offering from my guts to your guts:
toe the line between a irrational number and a constant
vintage embroidery hoops, warped using hemp, 26 various recycled fibers
23.5" diameter, 1" depth