June 25, 2010 

I’ve been wanting to play with images lately but am unmoved by my collection, Today when I opened our photo files I found three images that became this painting. Just like that.

 And that’s just how I made a tunic today. 

Blue linen again but not like the jacket/duster, this is more periwinkle blue, brighter, sunnier. The pattern comes from the last Japanese pattern book I found in SF.   A simple a-line dress pattern, so pretty! These patterns are amazing. I’ve made about three or four pieces now and they all fit beautifully and once I figure out how to put them together they are a snap to construct. This was the easiest one so far. I made it into a tunic when I started playing with the hem. I folded and sewed in a wavy line four times around the bottom, then I stitched a wavy line around the neckline. I’m calling it my blue wave tunic. The picture doesn’t do it justice but I like the jasmine in the lower right corner and the pretty dappled light.

and in the garden…

June 25, 2010 

I’ve been wanting to play with images lately but am unmoved by my collection, Today when I opened our photo files I found three images that became this painting. Just like that.

 And that’s just how I made a tunic today. 

Blue linen again but not like the jacket/duster, this is more periwinkle blue, brighter, sunnier. The pattern comes from the last Japanese pattern book I found in SF.   A simple a-line dress pattern, so pretty! These patterns are amazing. I’ve made about three or four pieces now and they all fit beautifully and once I figure out how to put them together they are a snap to construct. This was the easiest one so far. I made it into a tunic when I started playing with the hem. I folded and sewed in a wavy line four times around the bottom, then I stitched a wavy line around the neckline. I’m calling it my blue wave tunic. The picture doesn’t do it justice but I like the jasmine in the lower right corner and the pretty dappled light.

and in the garden…

Last night I dreamed we were moving into a  house near a lake. I stepped into the lake and standing on a rock next to me, just under the surface was what looked like an elephant with wings about the size of a rabbit.  It swam towards me and then away. It wanted to play with me! I chased it around, out of the water and through a playground. I was wearing a short dress and I could run very fast and when he flew over a fence, I didn’t hesitate a moment, I easily scaled that fence but he got away. I was telling someone about it and he said “oh that’s a something or other, I can’t remember now what he called it.

What a happy dream! My dreams are usually so boring or sad except for that one about you Allene being skinny and demonstrating yoga with your dog! Tearful always has the most amazing fantastical dreams. I want to visit his dreams except for the fighting fighting ones or the ones with celebrities, unless its with Val Kilmer or Abraham Lincoln or the ones where he’s about to die.

Now I’ll have to go see what the winged elephant could mean. 

Last night I dreamed we were moving into a  house near a lake. I stepped into the lake and standing on a rock next to me, just under the surface was what looked like an elephant with wings about the size of a rabbit.  It swam towards me and then away. It wanted to play with me! I chased it around, out of the water and through a playground. I was wearing a short dress and I could run very fast and when he flew over a fence, I didn’t hesitate a moment, I easily scaled that fence but he got away. I was telling someone about it and he said “oh that’s a something or other, I can’t remember now what he called it.

What a happy dream! My dreams are usually so boring or sad except for that one about you Allene being skinny and demonstrating yoga with your dog! Tearful always has the most amazing fantastical dreams. I want to visit his dreams except for the fighting fighting ones or the ones with celebrities, unless its with Val Kilmer or Abraham Lincoln or the ones where he’s about to die.

Now I’ll have to go see what the winged elephant could mean. 

Last night I dreamed we were moving into a  house near a lake. I stepped into the lake and standing on a rock next to me, just under the surface was what looked like an elephant with wings about the size of a rabbit.  It swam towards me and then away. It wanted to play with me! I chased it around, out of the water and through a playground. I was wearing a short dress and I could run very fast and when he flew over a fence, I didn’t hesitate a moment, I easily scaled that fence but he got away. I was telling someone about it and he said “oh that’s a something or other, I can’t remember now what he called it.

What a happy dream! My dreams are usually so boring or sad except for that one about you Allene being skinny and demonstrating yoga with your dog! Tearful always has the most amazing fantastical dreams. I want to visit his dreams except for the fighting fighting ones or the ones with celebrities, unless its with Val Kilmer or Abraham Lincoln or the ones where he’s about to die.

Now I’ll have to go see what the winged elephant could mean. 

I may be mistaken about not sewing anything wearable. My eyes are still looking at clothes and I’ve got some beautiful fabrics on the queue…
blues and greens, watery, cool, thin and drapey.

I’m still in love with my blue linen duster with the hand sewn buttonholes and hand made buttons. The other stitchery may have to wait a while longer.

I’m indulging almost all my whims.

The Alium and the Iceberg Rose have fallen in love.
I can’t wait to see their babies.


That’s the most exciting thing happening in the front yard these days and meanwhile in the backyard the gophers have taken control. All those cats that used to wander around are nowhere to be seen. Maybe the gophers ate them. 
Anyway, they are having quite a party back there, mounds of chewed earth everywhere and one of their favorite activities aside from eating all my lettuces, is digging up the tulip bulbs and leaving them strewn about like empty beer cans. 
I can’t bear to call the gopher killer. He’s not long for this world with all those dead gophers blood on his hands, not to mention whatever horrible chemicals he uses day after day. He has no white in his eyes, only red and he likes to talk. Alot. Mostly about the many ways to kill gophers. 
I can’t have it. I’ve decided to let them have it all. Next year I’ll plant in big tubs.  
I’ve lost most of my gardening mojo it seems. I water and I weed but I have no desire to feed the gophers any more than I have to. If they don’t eat them, we’ll have some tomatoes and cauliflower. 

I may be mistaken about not sewing anything wearable. My eyes are still looking at clothes and I’ve got some beautiful fabrics on the queue…
blues and greens, watery, cool, thin and drapey.

I’m still in love with my blue linen duster with the hand sewn buttonholes and hand made buttons. The other stitchery may have to wait a while longer.

I’m indulging almost all my whims.

I may be mistaken about not sewing anything wearable. My eyes are still looking at clothes and I’ve got some beautiful fabrics on the queue…
blues and greens, watery, cool, thin and drapey.

I’m still in love with my blue linen duster with the hand sewn buttonholes and hand made buttons. The other stitchery may have to wait a while longer.

I’m indulging almost all my whims.

The quiet time may be over.

It’s hard to tell for sure but there is a new man in town who spends his days walking up and down Main Street rolling a huge cross on wheels and screaming, I don’t know what, he may be preaching or it may just be the cross that makes me think that. He stopped yesterday in front of our house for a while and fortunately Tearful was home. No blood was shed but I’m certain he won’t stop by again and not because he wasn’t greeted cordially because Tearful is always cordial until you give him reason to be otherwise.
Also I’m going to lunch today for the first time in weeks and weeks and I may go for a haircut and maybe an afternoon walk and I feel some stitching coming on and not of the wearable variety. All these things make me

think something is afoot.

The quiet time may be over.

It’s hard to tell for sure but there is a new man in town who spends his days walking up and down Main Street rolling a huge cross on wheels and screaming, I don’t know what, he may be preaching or it may just be the cross that makes me think that. He stopped yesterday in front of our house for a while and fortunately Tearful was home. No blood was shed but I’m certain he won’t stop by again and not because he wasn’t greeted cordially because Tearful is always cordial until you give him reason to be otherwise.
Also I’m going to lunch today for the first time in weeks and weeks and I may go for a haircut and maybe an afternoon walk and I feel some stitching coming on and not of the wearable variety. All these things make me

think something is afoot.

The quiet time may be over.

It’s hard to tell for sure but there is a new man in town who spends his days walking up and down Main Street rolling a huge cross on wheels and screaming, I don’t know what, he may be preaching or it may just be the cross that makes me think that. He stopped yesterday in front of our house for a while and fortunately Tearful was home. No blood was shed but I’m certain he won’t stop by again and not because he wasn’t greeted cordially because Tearful is always cordial until you give him reason to be otherwise.
Also I’m going to lunch today for the first time in weeks and weeks and I may go for a haircut and maybe an afternoon walk and I feel some stitching coming on and not of the wearable variety. All these things make me

think something is afoot.

desk dog

desk dog

desk dog