We have a wood stove going and Limmie (aka. Limano) is taking a bath on a resurrected woven rug, a treasure from the garage sales of 2010.
Matt went spear fishing last night and is busy cleaning and smoking fish. It wasn't a white fish, but this was pulled from the icy bed of the Chatanika river last night too. I bet there's a story with this one.
The new thing we're working on is beaver sticks.
Matt's been collecting them like crazy.
And I've been painting them like crazy.
Shaman Stick acrylic paint on beaver stick
Never would I have dreamed that I'd collaborate in this way with my husband. I mean, I'd hoped for it, but wasn't sure if the order was too tall to fill? I should know better by now. The universe has been trumping my big dreams and wild fantasy's since 2006. That's the year I stopped ignoring the nudges and surrendered fully to figuring out how to do what I love 24/7.
There hasn't been a dull moment since. Cheers to those dreams of yours!