these ceramic hand beads by Sarajane Helm. They are such a fine balance of beautiful, cute and creepy because, you know, they're still disembodied parts. They seem like the kind of thing you could start collecting and never stop. I wish I needed some for a project. I may make up a reason yet. And
Japanese boro stitching. I am staring at a lot of this, a lot. I'm just smitten with the inherent human-ness of it all. What a small but powerful way we make our mark on the world when we run a needle and thread through fabric.
