02/09/2026
A quiet moment from the workbench — the tip of a hand-tooled peacock belt, still in its natural leather stage before color brings it fully to life. Every feather is carved by hand, the details slowly emerging one line at a time.
Lately, life has been moving a little more slowly.
There’s still snow on the ground here, but I’ve been planning my garden anyway — flipping through seed packets, sketching little layouts, imagining green things pushing up through thawing soil. It feels good to dream ahead while everything outside is still resting.
Most evenings end the same way: curled up under a blanket, cats tucked into every available corner, and one tiny whirlwind refusing to let anyone sit still for long.
Our newest little shadow, Namira, came into our lives after a friend found her alone on the cliffs outside town last October — just four weeks old and already full of grit. She’s grown into a fearless, chaotic, affectionate gremlin with a crime streak a mile wide, and we adore her for it.
Quiet nights, warm fur, garden plans, and a bit of mischief — not a bad way to pass the winter while the next season of making slowly takes shape.
