January 7, 2011

Lately I’ve been making these little vessels.
I don’t know why I like them so much. I keep adding different elements to them, fabric, beads wire.  I’ve made a few of them so far. One of those crazy things I get stuck on.
 I think what I’m enjoying about them the most is how quickly they come together and that I can sew, knit, crochet, felt and bead all in one little object.

And then I can fill them with candy.

January 7, 2011

Lately I’ve been making these little vessels.
I don’t know why I like them so much. I keep adding different elements to them, fabric, beads wire.  I’ve made a few of them so far. One of those crazy things I get stuck on.
 I think what I’m enjoying about them the most is how quickly they come together and that I can sew, knit, crochet, felt and bead all in one little object.

And then I can fill them with candy.

January 4, 2011

This is the picture I thought of this morning when I thought of Dotty.
I don’t know what made me think of her after all these years. 
Do thoughts really have energy, was she thinking about me? I wonder 
why some people pop into my head seemingly out of nowhere.
Double Rainbow, what does it all mean? 
That picture was taken in August of 1977 in Taichung,Taiwan at Dotty’s house. She did hundreds of sit-ups everyday, it was her passion to keep a flat stomach. She was married to hard drinking chain smoking on the road to a heart attack Al, from Brooklyn. They had two young daughters, one a miserable sullen 13 year old and one chipper
pubescent 11 year old who were well tended by the Ah ma leaving us free to come and go and go and go whenever but not wherever, we wanted. Our gallivanting was limited to the market, the salon and the pool.
They moved to Florida after Taiwan and I visited them once and have never seen or heard from them again. 
In my most outlandish imaginary landscape I would never have
guessed that all these years later I’d be here. Of course, I didn’t spend any time thinking past the next week back then but I knew without thinking much about it, that the possibilities were infinite.
The possibilities have sharply
declined.
I still don’t think 34 years ahead but for an entirely different reason. I could, might be dead by then so I think in shorter terms, say 10-20 years from now. I can think of crazy ideas about where I might be then but the likelihood of something unimaginable happening, say like my moving to Africa to grow eggplant, or joining a nunnery (yes, there are still nunneries), or Weepy and I opening a fortune telling/shooting range, is very small. Well, that last one I could see. We’d be out in the desert somewhere with a thousand dogs running around and I’d read your cards in an open air tent while the Dishwasher ran around shooting things, paper mostly.
 

That could happen.

 

January 4, 2011

This is the picture I thought of this morning when I thought of Dotty.
I don’t know what made me think of her after all these years. 
Do thoughts really have energy, was she thinking about me? I wonder 
why some people pop into my head seemingly out of nowhere.
Double Rainbow, what does it all mean? 
That picture was taken in August of 1977 in Taichung,Taiwan at Dotty’s house. She did hundreds of sit-ups everyday, it was her passion to keep a flat stomach. She was married to hard drinking chain smoking on the road to a heart attack Al, from Brooklyn. They had two young daughters, one a miserable sullen 13 year old and one chipper
pubescent 11 year old who were well tended by the Ah ma leaving us free to come and go and go and go whenever but not wherever, we wanted. Our gallivanting was limited to the market, the salon and the pool.
They moved to Florida after Taiwan and I visited them once and have never seen or heard from them again. 
In my most outlandish imaginary landscape I would never have
guessed that all these years later I’d be here. Of course, I didn’t spend any time thinking past the next week back then but I knew without thinking much about it, that the possibilities were infinite.
The possibilities have sharply
declined.
I still don’t think 34 years ahead but for an entirely different reason. I could, might be dead by then so I think in shorter terms, say 10-20 years from now. I can think of crazy ideas about where I might be then but the likelihood of something unimaginable happening, say like my moving to Africa to grow eggplant, or joining a nunnery (yes, there are still nunneries), or Weepy and I opening a fortune telling/shooting range, is very small. Well, that last one I could see. We’d be out in the desert somewhere with a thousand dogs running around and I’d read your cards in an open air tent while the Dishwasher ran around shooting things, paper mostly.
 

That could happen.

 

January 4, 2011

This is the picture I thought of this morning when I thought of Dotty.
I don’t know what made me think of her after all these years. 
Do thoughts really have energy, was she thinking about me? I wonder 
why some people pop into my head seemingly out of nowhere.
Double Rainbow, what does it all mean? 
That picture was taken in August of 1977 in Taichung,Taiwan at Dotty’s house. She did hundreds of sit-ups everyday, it was her passion to keep a flat stomach. She was married to hard drinking chain smoking on the road to a heart attack Al, from Brooklyn. They had two young daughters, one a miserable sullen 13 year old and one chipper
pubescent 11 year old who were well tended by the Ah ma leaving us free to come and go and go and go whenever but not wherever, we wanted. Our gallivanting was limited to the market, the salon and the pool.
They moved to Florida after Taiwan and I visited them once and have never seen or heard from them again. 
In my most outlandish imaginary landscape I would never have
guessed that all these years later I’d be here. Of course, I didn’t spend any time thinking past the next week back then but I knew without thinking much about it, that the possibilities were infinite.
The possibilities have sharply
declined.
I still don’t think 34 years ahead but for an entirely different reason. I could, might be dead by then so I think in shorter terms, say 10-20 years from now. I can think of crazy ideas about where I might be then but the likelihood of something unimaginable happening, say like my moving to Africa to grow eggplant, or joining a nunnery (yes, there are still nunneries), or Weepy and I opening a fortune telling/shooting range, is very small. Well, that last one I could see. We’d be out in the desert somewhere with a thousand dogs running around and I’d read your cards in an open air tent while the Dishwasher ran around shooting things, paper mostly.
 

That could happen.

 
December 31, 1969
That’s the date the laptop says it is and I kind of believe it because the world is upside down today.
This morning Lu asked to go out before noon…
not her usual routine.

I let her out and then…
I got pulled into photoshop world and she sat out there huddled by the back door forever in the pouring rain waiting patiently like she does, for someone to open the door. 
She never ever barks, instead she uses her Super Bulldog Telepathy (SBT)
to let me know she wants something and it almost always works.



To make up for this egregious over site she let herself up on the slanket. 

Slanket time does not normally occur until dinner is over, the dishes are washed and put away and we are all settled in our places with books or remotes. That’s when slanket time happens.



But not today…
Today it’s Slanket time RIGHT NOW and probably all day long.

Also
here are my newly felted slippers. 

December 31, 1969
That’s the date the laptop says it is and I kind of believe it because the world is upside down today.
This morning Lu asked to go out before noon…
not her usual routine.

I let her out and then…
I got pulled into photoshop world and she sat out there huddled by the back door forever in the pouring rain waiting patiently like she does, for someone to open the door. 
She never ever barks, instead she uses her Super Bulldog Telepathy (SBT)
to let me know she wants something and it almost always works.



To make up for this egregious over site she let herself up on the slanket. 

Slanket time does not normally occur until dinner is over, the dishes are washed and put away and we are all settled in our places with books or remotes. That’s when slanket time happens.



But not today…
Today it’s Slanket time RIGHT NOW and probably all day long.

Also
here are my newly felted slippers. 

December 31, 1969
That’s the date the laptop says it is and I kind of believe it because the world is upside down today.
This morning Lu asked to go out before noon…
not her usual routine.

I let her out and then…
I got pulled into photoshop world and she sat out there huddled by the back door forever in the pouring rain waiting patiently like she does, for someone to open the door. 
She never ever barks, instead she uses her Super Bulldog Telepathy (SBT)
to let me know she wants something and it almost always works.



To make up for this egregious over site she let herself up on the slanket. 

Slanket time does not normally occur until dinner is over, the dishes are washed and put away and we are all settled in our places with books or remotes. That’s when slanket time happens.



But not today…
Today it’s Slanket time RIGHT NOW and probably all day long.

Also
here are my newly felted slippers. 

December 20, 2010
From
 It’s done and it only took over a year! I actually don’t remember when I started this, it may be two years.
 Or more.
I’m glad it’s done and I’m glad that I like it again after thinking I’d have to give it away because I hated it.
After watching a few movies wrapped up in it, I kind of love
it now.
December 20, 2010
From
 It’s done and it only took over a year! I actually don’t remember when I started this, it may be two years.
 Or more.
I’m glad it’s done and I’m glad that I like it again after thinking I’d have to give it away because I hated it.
After watching a few movies wrapped up in it, I kind of love
it now.

Friday December 10, 2010

We get to see our girl this weekend! I miss her more and more not less and less. 

My wrist is sore from knitting and crocheting so I am learning to knit in 
a new way where I try
not to turn my wrist. I should
probably get some sort of wrist 
band to help this. 






I finished an afghan I started more than a year ago and it’s
prompted me to finish all my
other lingering projects one
by one. Slowly by slowly. 




Today I finished a scarf for my
Wild Woman of Borneo, I hope she likes it as much as I do. It’s a cross between a scarf and a blanket in a soft fluffy white yarn, how could she not love that?

She still has a raggedy old piece of a blanket she loved as a kid. It’s a tattered shred really but she
won’t get rid of it. She’s not like that about anything. She lets go pretty easily so the fact that she hangs on to this one thing, well, she does hang on to little pieces of paper too and butterfly wings…

and stones.


I guess she doesn’t let go. 

I guess I don’t either. I have
all her drawings. 

The one above was her first attempt at Chinese brush painting.

Friday December 10, 2010

We get to see our girl this weekend! I miss her more and more not less and less. 

My wrist is sore from knitting and crocheting so I am learning to knit in 
a new way where I try
not to turn my wrist. I should
probably get some sort of wrist 
band to help this. 






I finished an afghan I started more than a year ago and it’s
prompted me to finish all my
other lingering projects one
by one. Slowly by slowly. 




Today I finished a scarf for my
Wild Woman of Borneo, I hope she likes it as much as I do. It’s a cross between a scarf and a blanket in a soft fluffy white yarn, how could she not love that?

She still has a raggedy old piece of a blanket she loved as a kid. It’s a tattered shred really but she
won’t get rid of it. She’s not like that about anything. She lets go pretty easily so the fact that she hangs on to this one thing, well, she does hang on to little pieces of paper too and butterfly wings…

and stones.


I guess she doesn’t let go. 

I guess I don’t either. I have
all her drawings. 

The one above was her first attempt at Chinese brush painting.

Friday December 10, 2010

We get to see our girl this weekend! I miss her more and more not less and less. 

My wrist is sore from knitting and crocheting so I am learning to knit in 
a new way where I try
not to turn my wrist. I should
probably get some sort of wrist 
band to help this. 






I finished an afghan I started more than a year ago and it’s
prompted me to finish all my
other lingering projects one
by one. Slowly by slowly. 




Today I finished a scarf for my
Wild Woman of Borneo, I hope she likes it as much as I do. It’s a cross between a scarf and a blanket in a soft fluffy white yarn, how could she not love that?

She still has a raggedy old piece of a blanket she loved as a kid. It’s a tattered shred really but she
won’t get rid of it. She’s not like that about anything. She lets go pretty easily so the fact that she hangs on to this one thing, well, she does hang on to little pieces of paper too and butterfly wings…

and stones.


I guess she doesn’t let go. 

I guess I don’t either. I have
all her drawings. 

The one above was her first attempt at Chinese brush painting.

Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.

Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.