I haven’t sewed a quilt in ages. Uninspired to do so expecially, my finger just did that speeling on it’s on. That one too. Lost my trin of thought. Oh my, whta is that?

What I am trying to say is…..

I saw this photo in a New Yorker a while back. A giant pile of crunched up steel that made me want to sew a quilt again. I don’t kmow if it’s finihsed. I don’t know if it’s finished.

I like it though I have no place to hang it and it may end up in a suitcase in my studio. That is why I’m knitting socks. They at least get to come out and keep my feet warm and are admired. By me mostly.
I’m working on a crazy go nuts pattern of leaves right now. Embossed Leaves Socks. On circular needles. What deranged mind came up with this?

I haven’t sewed a quilt in ages. Uninspired to do so expecially, my finger just did that speeling on it’s on. That one too. Lost my trin of thought. Oh my, whta is that?

What I am trying to say is…..

I saw this photo in a New Yorker a while back. A giant pile of crunched up steel that made me want to sew a quilt again. I don’t kmow if it’s finihsed. I don’t know if it’s finished.

I like it though I have no place to hang it and it may end up in a suitcase in my studio. That is why I’m knitting socks. They at least get to come out and keep my feet warm and are admired. By me mostly.
I’m working on a crazy go nuts pattern of leaves right now. Embossed Leaves Socks. On circular needles. What deranged mind came up with this?

Em had her tonsils out yesterday.

We sat with her before the surgery and asked if she had any last words, Scottie asked if he could have her art supplies. You know, the usual stuff you say to somebody about to be cut.
She shot her Dad the die a slow painful death you bastard look when he told the Doc she smokes. Then we went to breakfast.

It was all over by the time we were done and she was sitting up looking not too perky and almost surprised at how much her throat hurt. The nurses were great about keeping the pain meds coming. That’s how we find out things about her we’d normally have to wait years to hear about. This time she told us how all her friends are always so weirded out when they come to our house because of all the weird art around. “Like, what’s up with that fucking monkey with the watermelon on her head and her nipples showing?”

I’m just happy to be doing one thing right as a parent.

Em had her tonsils out yesterday.

We sat with her before the surgery and asked if she had any last words, Scottie asked if he could have her art supplies. You know, the usual stuff you say to somebody about to be cut.
She shot her Dad the die a slow painful death you bastard look when he told the Doc she smokes. Then we went to breakfast.

It was all over by the time we were done and she was sitting up looking not too perky and almost surprised at how much her throat hurt. The nurses were great about keeping the pain meds coming. That’s how we find out things about her we’d normally have to wait years to hear about. This time she told us how all her friends are always so weirded out when they come to our house because of all the weird art around. “Like, what’s up with that fucking monkey with the watermelon on her head and her nipples showing?”

I’m just happy to be doing one thing right as a parent.

Em had her tonsils out yesterday.

We sat with her before the surgery and asked if she had any last words, Scottie asked if he could have her art supplies. You know, the usual stuff you say to somebody about to be cut.
She shot her Dad the die a slow painful death you bastard look when he told the Doc she smokes. Then we went to breakfast.

It was all over by the time we were done and she was sitting up looking not too perky and almost surprised at how much her throat hurt. The nurses were great about keeping the pain meds coming. That’s how we find out things about her we’d normally have to wait years to hear about. This time she told us how all her friends are always so weirded out when they come to our house because of all the weird art around. “Like, what’s up with that fucking monkey with the watermelon on her head and her nipples showing?”

I’m just happy to be doing one thing right as a parent.

I had a grand weekend.

Friday I made lunch for some friends. I made this recipe from the Barefoot Contessa and I would eat this again every day of my life only I want to live longer than a couple more months. It’s heart stoppingly good.

http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_109047,00.html

I love having Too Tall Tim over because besides being a flamboyantly great dresser he brings me gifts no one else in the world would ever. This week along with a bag of mixed yarns he also brought a black angora sweater, short puffy sleeves, a piece of herringbone suiting fabric and a crocheted wreath complete with crocheted daffodils, daisies, and butterflys. It’s priceless. He goes to rummage sales and spends hours and hours and hours and finds the weirdest most wonderful shit you can imagine.

Saturday Le Dishwasher and I went to our ceramics class. Yeah. I love it! I could be a potter.
I want to build a giant kiln in the back yard.
After class we went to Morro Bay and bought our daughter guitar strings and best of all, I found broccoli rabe at the farmer’s market there! I haven’t been able to find it (or grow it) for months now so I didn’t blink an eye at paying $5 a lb. It went very well with the left over mac and cheese.

Sunday was our day of rest. After we cleaned the whole entire house. The Dishwasher can’t sit unless all the dishes are washed and the floors are polished. Bless his heart. None of it would get done without him. I’d sit in my own filth knitting away and yelling at Lu to stop licking herself.

It was a grand weekend.

Thank you Dishwasher. MOMD.

I had a grand weekend.

Friday I made lunch for some friends. I made this recipe from the Barefoot Contessa and I would eat this again every day of my life only I want to live longer than a couple more months. It’s heart stoppingly good.

http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_109047,00.html

I love having Too Tall Tim over because besides being a flamboyantly great dresser he brings me gifts no one else in the world would ever. This week along with a bag of mixed yarns he also brought a black angora sweater, short puffy sleeves, a piece of herringbone suiting fabric and a crocheted wreath complete with crocheted daffodils, daisies, and butterflys. It’s priceless. He goes to rummage sales and spends hours and hours and hours and finds the weirdest most wonderful shit you can imagine.

Saturday Le Dishwasher and I went to our ceramics class. Yeah. I love it! I could be a potter.
I want to build a giant kiln in the back yard.
After class we went to Morro Bay and bought our daughter guitar strings and best of all, I found broccoli rabe at the farmer’s market there! I haven’t been able to find it (or grow it) for months now so I didn’t blink an eye at paying $5 a lb. It went very well with the left over mac and cheese.

Sunday was our day of rest. After we cleaned the whole entire house. The Dishwasher can’t sit unless all the dishes are washed and the floors are polished. Bless his heart. None of it would get done without him. I’d sit in my own filth knitting away and yelling at Lu to stop licking herself.

It was a grand weekend.

Thank you Dishwasher. MOMD.

I had a grand weekend.

Friday I made lunch for some friends. I made this recipe from the Barefoot Contessa and I would eat this again every day of my life only I want to live longer than a couple more months. It’s heart stoppingly good.

http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_109047,00.html

I love having Too Tall Tim over because besides being a flamboyantly great dresser he brings me gifts no one else in the world would ever. This week along with a bag of mixed yarns he also brought a black angora sweater, short puffy sleeves, a piece of herringbone suiting fabric and a crocheted wreath complete with crocheted daffodils, daisies, and butterflys. It’s priceless. He goes to rummage sales and spends hours and hours and hours and finds the weirdest most wonderful shit you can imagine.

Saturday Le Dishwasher and I went to our ceramics class. Yeah. I love it! I could be a potter.
I want to build a giant kiln in the back yard.
After class we went to Morro Bay and bought our daughter guitar strings and best of all, I found broccoli rabe at the farmer’s market there! I haven’t been able to find it (or grow it) for months now so I didn’t blink an eye at paying $5 a lb. It went very well with the left over mac and cheese.

Sunday was our day of rest. After we cleaned the whole entire house. The Dishwasher can’t sit unless all the dishes are washed and the floors are polished. Bless his heart. None of it would get done without him. I’d sit in my own filth knitting away and yelling at Lu to stop licking herself.

It was a grand weekend.

Thank you Dishwasher. MOMD.

The beautiful detritus from my studio.

I’ve been playing in my little nest. Cutting, sewing, knitting. Watching the rain. The prettiest thing I have to show for it are these threads on my table.

I want to be there now.

Instead I am here. Listening to the rats in the walls whining like puppies. Don’t ask.

Last night I dreamed that I found Maria hanging from the ceiling. It was cinematic. I didn’t see her face only her little sneakers. I cried so hard and so long that when I woke up my throat hurt. I was a little nervous coming to work today.

The buds on our roses refuse to move past this stage. At least on this one. It’s been balled up in this tight little fist for weeks. Of course I was a little surprised to see buds at this time anyway….

We’re enjoying our second big storm of the season. There was one in early January and now this one. It started raining about a week ago? I’ve lost track. It feels like it’s always been raining. Nothing dries out. It feels kind of like Taiwan during the rainy season. We’ve had a couple of freezes but overall very mild temperatures.

The hills are beginning to green up and though everything in the garden looks grand, I’ve not been inclined to spend any time out there. Mostly I’m in the studio looking out at the rain and the Bachelor Buttons, still blooming.

The bananas we planted look pretty dreadful but they’ll come back with the warm weather. I hope.

The freakin’ gophers ate the pineapple sage I planted and have left little mounds of powdered dirt everywhere. We have to call in the big guns in the spring to take care of this problem as it’s hardly worth planting anything otherwise.

I’ve been taking cuttings to root in between downpours. So far the hydrangea and the abutilon have rooted. I’ve got some hardenbergia and some pineapple sage going as well.

This time of year is more for admiring the garden from indoors. I like this rest.

Look at all these babies…….

The moss is growing back between the bricks.

This is what’s in bloom now……

Calendula, Bachelor Buttons, Jupiter’s Beard, (this stuff never stops blooming!), Nandina and fushia.

February 4, 2008

The beautiful detritus from my studio.

I’ve been playing in my little nest. Cutting, sewing, knitting. Watching the rain. The prettiest thing I have to show for it are these threads on my table.

I want to be there now.

Instead I am here. Listening to the rats in the walls whining like puppies. Don’t ask.

Last night I dreamed that I found Maria hanging from the ceiling. It was cinematic. I didn’t see her face only her little sneakers. I cried so hard and so long that when I woke up my throat hurt. I was a little nervous coming to work today.

The beautiful detritus from my studio.

I’ve been playing in my little nest. Cutting, sewing, knitting. Watching the rain. The prettiest thing I have to show for it are these threads on my table.

I want to be there now.

Instead I am here. Listening to the rats in the walls whining like puppies. Don’t ask.

Last night I dreamed that I found Maria hanging from the ceiling. It was cinematic. I didn’t see her face only her little sneakers. I cried so hard and so long that when I woke up my throat hurt. I was a little nervous coming to work today.

Free to good home, crappy old bike.
You pick up.
Please bring scrapper & paint brush.

Free to good home, crappy old bike.
You pick up.
Please bring scrapper & paint brush.

Free to good home, crappy old bike.
You pick up.
Please bring scrapper & paint brush.