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we’ve been losing power intermittently and our modem died yesterday. i spent the entire day internetless! the horror!

instead of the internets i’ve been looking at all our photos. we now have over 7000. this is three of them. smooshed together.

the internet fixer came this morning and lu rubbed her butt all over him while he was working. gentleman that he was he didn’t mention it or push her away but i finally had to bribe her with treats and lock her in the bedroom. she needs to get out more.

me too.

this is day 546 of this storm. power is out over much of the town. grocery store has been closed two days now and the hillsides are melting.

i read and ate and cooked a vile meal. somedays nothing works right. my dear dishwasher would say that nothing could make tempeh work right but i disagree. i like tempeh i love tempeh. i just have to learn to do nice things to it.

From Planting Along The Verge

it has stopped raining and the sun is shining.

i’m not fooled.

also, i can’t find my camera.

From Planting Along The Verge

it has stopped raining and the sun is shining.

i’m not fooled.

also, i can’t find my camera.

From Planting Along The Verge

i’m watching the puddles grow into little ponds in the back yard.

i’ve been back there to sit in the studio, stitch and watch the rain.

we’ll lose power today for sure. i wish we’d gone for the battery powered lanterns yesterday but the candles will work just as well.

the dishwasher went out into it. and took lu who would rather pee her bed than go out in the rain.

i’m still reeling from the last storm we weathered and though i’m already starting to feel the walls closing in a bit, i’d rather hunker down in front of the fire than face another one just now.

there’s still another sweater sleeve left to knit and i’m behind three New Yorkers and there’s always my needle and thread.

From Planting Along The Verge

i’m watching the puddles grow into little ponds in the back yard.

i’ve been back there to sit in the studio, stitch and watch the rain.

we’ll lose power today for sure. i wish we’d gone for the battery powered lanterns yesterday but the candles will work just as well.

the dishwasher went out into it. and took lu who would rather pee her bed than go out in the rain.

there’s still another sweater sleeve left to knit and i’m behind three New Yorkers and there’s always my needle and thread.

From Planting Along The Verge

i’ve knit a few rows of the sweater. i’m almost done with one sleeve and i’ve considered amputating my other arm just so i won’t have to knit the other. extreme?

you might think so.

i started some hand stitching to avoid the machine stitching on the boro. so i could sit in front of the fire and watch movies instead.

The Year My Parents Went on Vacation

and

The Man on the Train

beware the sweetness.

you get used to it.

From Planting Along The Verge

i’ve knit a few rows of the sweater. i’m almost done with one sleeve and i’ve considered amputating my other arm just so i won’t have to knit the other. extreme?

you might think so.

i started some hand stitching to avoid the machine stitching on the boro. so i could sit in front of the fire and watch movies instead.

The Year My Parents Went on Vacation

and

The Man on the Train

beware the sweetness.

you get used to it.

From Planting Along The Verge

it’s been a dark and stormy couple of days around here

but the sun is out, the laundry is almost done and the dishwasher is cooking dinner.

this is a detail from one of his paintings. one of my favorites of his. though i say that about all of his work.

the guys a freakin’ genius.

From Planting Along The Verge

it’s been a dark and stormy couple of days around here

but the sun is out, the laundry is almost done and the dishwasher is cooking dinner.

this is a detail from one of his paintings. one of my favorites of his. though i say that about all of his work.

the guys a freakin’ genius.

started a little series of black and white enso but always the color creeps in. that red was irresistable.

i got a preval spray gun and filled it with black ink found at Ichibankan Different Things!

it’s the deepest darkest black and it brushes on paper like a dream.

i’ve tried getting this ink with a stone and now i see. this depth of color would require hours of rubbing ink stone on stone to get this black.

on fabric it sprayed on and dried gray.

then the paintsticks! luscious metallic oil paintsticks!

started a little series of black and white enso but always the color creeps in. that red was irresistable.

i got a preval spray gun and filled it with black ink found at Ichibankan Different Things!

it’s the deepest darkest black and it brushes on paper like a dream.

i’ve tried getting this ink with a stone and now i see. this depth of color would require hours of rubbing ink stone on stone to get this black.

on fabric it sprayed on and dried gray.

then the paintsticks! luscious metallic oil paintsticks!

From Planting Along The Verge

quick and easy clock for the studio.

cut an old LACMA bag for the picture and had i cared i would have used a smooth piece of cardboard or canvas or board so the lines wouldn’t show on the face once it was glued. cut to fit inside an old embroidery hoop and voila.

the possibilities are endless.

From Planting Along The Verge

quick and easy clock for the studio.

the possibilities are endless.

is it wednesday again?

oh. my.

again i’m looking behind things. this old thing. from my women’s work series of stitcheries.

life is feeling like Groundhog Day says my Dishwasher.

yes it is.

is it wednesday again?

oh. my.

again i’m looking behind things. this old thing. from my women’s work series of stitcheries.

life is feeling like Groundhog Day says my Dishwasher.

yes it is.