this is where i escaped to this week in sf. the hotel tomo.
six things i love about this hotel.

1. it’s relatively quiet as it’s in japantown and most of the shops close early and open late and there are no bars or clubs in the neighborhood.

2. all the rooms have these anime murals in them. like this one…

it wraps around the wall to this…

3. the curtains…

4. the bean bag chairs.

5. the fact that english is the least heard language in the lobby or restaurant.

6. the room is big enough to accommodate a  yoga mat.

i did my usual rounds in town. first stop SCRAP where i found enough fabric to keep me busy for about a year. ok maybe a couple of months if i hit an obsessive streak which i tend to do when there is cool fabric on the shelf. i hit the thrift store where i found an alabama chanin jacket for $7. i missed tanpopo for a bowl of noodles because i went and had a thai massage here instead! felt like they took my body apart scraped and cleaned off all the gunk polished it and put it back together so it fits nicer and moves smoothly. thank you baby jesus! i did manage to have my bowl of cha-ya delight on my way out of town.

an excellent trip
the homecoming was even better.

this is where i escaped to this week in sf. the hotel tomo.
six things i love about this hotel.

1. it’s relatively quiet as it’s in japantown and most of the shops close early and open late and there are no bars or clubs in the neighborhood.

2. all the rooms have these anime murals in them. like this one…

it wraps around the wall to this…

3. the curtains…

4. the bean bag chairs.

5. the fact that english is the least heard language in the lobby or restaurant.

6. the room is big enough to accommodate a  yoga mat.

i did my usual rounds in town. first stop SCRAP where i found enough fabric to keep me busy for about a year. ok maybe a couple of months if i hit an obsessive streak which i tend to do when there is cool fabric on the shelf. i hit the thrift store where i found an alabama chanin jacket for $7. i missed tanpopo for a bowl of noodles because i went and had a thai massage here instead! felt like they took my body apart scraped and cleaned off all the gunk polished it and put it back together so it fits nicer and moves smoothly. thank you baby jesus! i did manage to have my bowl of cha-ya delight on my way out of town.

an excellent trip
the homecoming was even better.

it’s now 105 degrees in Cambria. i know this isn’t anything unusual in lots of places. places 20 minutes away from here frequently reach these temperatures but here on the coast this is… not usual. i spied some furry movement in the central garden and went out to investigate after checking the whereabouts of all our furry creatures. easily done since both outside beasts are laying in the shade. stunned and queen lu is in her scaredy spot. where she lays when she knows the dishwasher will soon be after her for a bath.

it was the phantom cat that lives in our yard. she/he is very skittish and won’t ever let me near. a pretty little thing white with a striped tail. she took off towards the hill and when i turned to run back into the house before i burst into flames i found…

the first little tomatoes from the tomato tree! they aren’t even fully ripe yet but i’ve had my eye on these two watching as the first blush of orange appeared near their stems so when i turned the red literally screamed out to me amongst all that green. i wonder how i’ll know when the green zebras are ready? maybe i’ll just wait for the cat to show up again.

summer has arrived. finally! it should last another day or so.

this morning was cold and dark and i had to make my own damn coffee which i don’t do well. the dishwasher has spoiled me beyond repair. at first i thought it was the coffee maker broken but on the third day of his absence i discovered the coffee pot has to face a certain way for it to actually brew. cheeky bastard.

i’ve spent most of the week stitching and yes, knitting socks. it is my spiritual practice after all.

summer has arrived. finally! it should last another day or so.

this morning was cold and dark and i had to make my own damn coffee which i don’t do well. the dishwasher has spoiled me beyond repair. at first i thought it was the coffee maker broken but on the third day of his absence i discovered the coffee pot has to face a certain way for it to actually brew. cheeky bastard.

i’ve spent most of the week stitching and yes, knitting socks. it is my spiritual practice after all.

these summer mornings have been so gray and dreary it’s been almost impossible to convince myself to go walk but the dishwasher’s weekend debaucheries are taking their toll.
so i must walk.

first hill.

santa rosa cemetery.

these summer mornings have been so gray and dreary it’s been almost impossible to convince myself to go walk but the dishwasher’s weekend debaucheries are taking their toll.
so i must walk.

first hill.

santa rosa cemetery.

a walk through the garden yesterday morning with lu close behind. she stands guard when i open the gate and follows quickly hoping to get into the lair where she likes to sit and survey the garden and nap and snuggle. there is no sweeter dog. i am sure. and that is the tomato tree behind her. green zebras and another i’ve forgotten but it’s red and they are ripening. a few more weeks and we will be swimming in tomatoes.

The lime tree in front of the studio and the lemon tree… both have tiny fruit and have had for a while. the big producer so far this year has been the parsley which i have twice cut down. and then there is the tomato tree… pictures soon.

round and round and round i go. i was going to go with embroidery stitches only on this one. i’ve been studying the old one. the one from scott’s great grandmother lola ( here )
it has stitches i can’t identify but it seemed not to fit.

this one is an end to something. all old fabrics gifted or found, old stitcheries and done in my usual fashion, “sewn up one side and down the other”, fitting as i go. no measuring no cutting just tearing and sewing together and then sewing in circles.

days of heaven.
days of hell.

this is the verge. the tipping point. i have no idea what comes next but i’m looking forward to it.

round and round and round i go. i was going to go with embroidery stitches only on this one. i’ve been studying the old one. the one from scott’s great grandmother lola ( here )
it has stitches i can’t identify but it seemed not to fit.

this one is an end to something. all old fabrics gifted or found, old stitcheries and done in my usual fashion, “sewn up one side and down the other”, fitting as i go. no measuring no cutting just tearing and sewing together and then sewing in circles.

days of heaven.
days of hell.

this is the verge. the tipping point. i have no idea what comes next but i’m looking forward to it.

round and round and round i go. i was going to go with embroidery stitches only on this one. i’ve been studying the old one. the one from scott’s great grandmother lola ( here )
it has stitches i can’t identify but it seemed not to fit.

this one is an end to something. all old fabrics gifted or found, old stitcheries and done in my usual fashion, “sewn up one side and down the other”, fitting as i go. no measuring no cutting just tearing and sewing together and then sewing in circles.

days of heaven.
days of hell.

this is the verge. the tipping point. i have no idea what comes next but i’m looking forward to it.