I am having more fun with the Electric Quilt 8 program. This is another card from Crystal Portraits number two.
Years ago an Internet friend sent me a hardcover copy of A.S. Byatt’s novel Possession which I greatly enjoyed. In the story a brooch made of jet is featured and this card immediately reminded me of that. Jet is properly called lignite according to the card notes.
Jet was often used for mourning jewellery so can seem a bit spooky, apart from its dark colour. The association with bereavement is mentioned, but I liked that she talked about the “extreme powerlessness” that can accompany grief; it shakes you, shakes your confidence. There are other ideas in the write-up for this that I like. It’s supposed to be good for people who lack boundaries. A naturopath I went to told me I lacked boundaries so I was intrigued by this.
They use a sentence as a reminder in these decks that I like. This one says “there is a certain safety in darkness” which also holds true for me.
Today I received five little 5 mL tubes of Daniel Smith watercolours that I had special ordered. They cost on average $14 each plus $15 shipping. These were tiny, so I felt the price was pretty mean-spirited. I’m all for making a buck but this was robbery as the package measured about 2.5 inches square and was 5/8 of an inch deep. They are here and I am unlikely to beef up the 17 colours of Daniel Smith paints that I have since no one in Canada sells the small tubes online.
My big disappointment was that the Arthur Rackham Oracle that I ordered arrived, but he made a mistake and sent me the small deck instead of the jumbo/giant one I had purchased. He immediately rectified the mistake after I sent him photographs of the deck with a ruler showing the measurement. I can’t describe how this threw me for a loop, probably because I am planning to sew a quilted bag with crazy patchwork and charms and lace for the flap. My disappointment was absolutely soul-crushing, all out of proportion to the error.
I sat around in my nightie all day, trying to think why this upset me so. I don’t know, maybe the defeat of my anticipation?
It’s just a feeling. Hopefully tomorrow I will be recharged.