Yesterday, I learned a new word, courtesy of Australian macrame artist Honi Roberts (@knottedhoney on IG). "Macrastinate." "Macrastinate... delay or postpone action; I feel like last week I did the opposite of "macrastinate." I ignored a project that was giving me the fits. I was stuck, didn't know where to go next. So I do what I do when I want to avoid something... I went on an organizing frenzy and cleaned out my closet and drawers. Next on my organizing task list is all my and the kid's craft supplies. But this is Macrame Monday... I finally did come back to the that project. A macrame wreath inspired by a wintery white wreath I saw on Instagram or Facebook (I've got to start Pinning these inspirations so I can give proper credit. If you know who I'm talking about, leave a comment). Did she need fancy jewelry or flowers? Turns out all this lady needed was a haircut. The solar eclipse must have found its way into my subconscious and affected the way I trimmed the rope. I call her "Eclipse." I've become more interested in creating macrame jewelry. Wearable art. I am not one to wear a lot of bling or "in your face" jewelry, if I wear any at all. My personal style leans to the simple and minimalist. Lately, though, I have found myself drawn to organic elements like wood beads, copper, and fiber. So one night after the kid went to bed, I made this beauty. I never thought mustard and lavender would make such a lovely combination. I love mustard, but the color has never looked good on me. Lavender is one of my favorite colors (and plant and scent). The delicate lavender paired with the punch of mustard looks beautiful against a white or black tee. Finally, I began practicing knots from Lise Silva's Knot: A Book. I successfully made a cloud knot and a switchback knot. I plan to turn them both into necklaces. Now I am off to "macrastinate." I can't wait to show you what I started yesterday. What have you been working on? Show me, and share your instagram page in the comments.
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who am I?![]() modern punch is me, Becky, mom of a kid and a dingo, wife for 20 years. I grew up on the Florida coast watching rockets launch from my backyard. Now I live in the beautiful Finger Lakes amongst the wonderful weirdos and waterfalls.
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