this is my brain…

this is my other brain…



i watched an episode of House yesterday where this guy had several spleens instead of the usual sarcoidosis they always think everyone has.


made me think maybe i have more than one brain and that’s my real problem.



But none of them work very well!

this is my brain…

this is my other brain…



i watched an episode of House yesterday where this guy had several spleens instead of the usual sarcoidosis they always think everyone has.


made me think maybe i have more than one brain and that’s my real problem.



But none of them work very well!

this is my brain…

this is my other brain…



i watched an episode of House yesterday where this guy had several spleens instead of the usual sarcoidosis they always think everyone has.


made me think maybe i have more than one brain and that’s my real problem.



But none of them work very well!

chandelyrical

knitting knitting knitting! i stopped in to the old/new Ball & Skein today to drool over yarn. cashmere, alpaca, silk.

dribble dribble.dribble.

now i am on their mailing list. the old owner didn’t have a mailing list only an old dog and so much yarn in the shop it would caress and envelop and sing sweetly in my ear and made me sad i only had two hands and not nearly enough money or time to knit it all.


today i’m thinking about chandeliers.  after the dishwasher shed blood to bring those lights down, my best effort has only yielded a string of lights scattered on a window sill. but now…

now the chandelier has wormed it’s way into my brain and i’m thinking of expanding on this idea…

From Planting Along The Verge

something i made for em’s room when she went away to school.  only the barbie leg survived the

whole experience.

probably i won’t get it to it for a while but soon…

chandelyrical

knitting knitting knitting! i stopped in to the old/new Ball & Skein today to drool over yarn. cashmere, alpaca, silk.

dribble dribble.dribble.

now i am on their mailing list. the old owner didn’t have a mailing list only an old dog and so much yarn in the shop it would caress and envelop and sing sweetly in my ear and made me sad i only had two hands and not nearly enough money or time to knit it all.


today i’m thinking about chandeliers.  after the dishwasher shed blood to bring those lights down, my best effort has only yielded a string of lights scattered on a window sill. but now…

now the chandelier has wormed it’s way into my brain and i’m thinking of expanding on this idea…

From Planting Along The Verge

something i made for em’s room when she went away to school.  only the barbie leg survived the

whole experience.

probably i won’t get it to it for a while but soon…

of course i didn’t think it was dangerous













to drape my freshly knitted and still damp from “blocking” scarf on my electric heater…


i was just going into the house for a minute but then i got distracted.  realized the clothes needed to be put in the dryer and i got hungry so i had to heat up the noodles scottie made the night before and then the phone rang and then i went back out to the studio and smelled scorched fiber!  
two giant scorch marks on my pure white mohair scarf.  blast!  i thought to save it by throwing it in a black dye bath even though it’s a synthetic fiber i knew it would at least stain.  and stain it did, to a beautiful lavender color but the two giant scorch marks are still quite visible.  think i’ll try a brown dye next.  or i could try making the scorch marks the star of the show and add some more with a really hot iron.

or….



i’ve been thinking about my friend Katherine whom i haven’t seen or heard from in a long time.  strange as she always calls every few months with reports of life on the road.  i’m starting to worry a little.  i found this label in a box of sewing paraphernalia she gave me a long time ago.  it was her mom’s.  she sewed them into all of Katherine’s dresses.  

From Planting Along The Verge





the pin is one i made a while ago. 

of course i didn’t think it was dangerous













to drape my freshly knitted and still damp from “blocking” scarf on my electric heater…


i was just going into the house for a minute but then i got distracted.  realized the clothes needed to be put in the dryer and i got hungry so i had to heat up the noodles scottie made the night before and then the phone rang and then i went back out to the studio and smelled scorched fiber!  
two giant scorch marks on my pure white mohair scarf.  blast!  i thought to save it by throwing it in a black dye bath even though it’s a synthetic fiber i knew it would at least stain.  and stain it did, to a beautiful lavender color but the two giant scorch marks are still quite visible.  think i’ll try a brown dye next.  or i could try making the scorch marks the star of the show and add some more with a really hot iron.

or….



i’ve been thinking about my friend Katherine whom i haven’t seen or heard from in a long time.  strange as she always calls every few months with reports of life on the road.  i’m starting to worry a little.  i found this label in a box of sewing paraphernalia she gave me a long time ago.  it was her mom’s.  she sewed them into all of Katherine’s dresses.  

From Planting Along The Verge





the pin is one i made a while ago. 

last weeks two old movies:



From Here to Eternity 
and
Dead Reckoning with Humphrey Bogart 


people were much much smaller once upon a time.  except for Ernest Borgnine who seemed to be the only normal looking guy.  Frank Sinatra, Humphrey,  Burt Lancaster.  they all had 24 inch waists.  and Deborah Kerr and the other dame… Lizabeth Scott.  20inch maybe?  

in Dead Reckoning Humphrey Bogart’s character tells the dame that he thinks women should be small enough to put in a man’s pocket and taken out and made normal again at his whim.  she took this to mean that he wanted to protect and love her. or so she said.  she did try to kill him in the end.  oops!  hope i didn’t spoil it for anyone.


From Planting Along The Verge

last weeks two old movies:



From Here to Eternity 
and
Dead Reckoning with Humphrey Bogart 


people were much much smaller once upon a time.  except for Ernest Borgnine who seemed to be the only normal looking guy.  Frank Sinatra, Humphrey,  Burt Lancaster.  they all had 24 inch waists.  and Deborah Kerr and the other dame… Lizabeth Scott.  20inch maybe?  

in Dead Reckoning Humphrey Bogart’s character tells the dame that he thinks women should be small enough to put in a man’s pocket and taken out and made normal again at his whim.  she took this to mean that he wanted to protect and love her. or so she said.  she did try to kill him in the end.  oops!  hope i didn’t spoil it for anyone.


From Planting Along The Verge

more from the Craftsman’s Handbook…

“a color known as dragonsblood is red.  this color is used occasionally on parchment, for illuminating.  but leave it alone, and do not have too much respect for it; for it is not of a constitution to do you much credit.”

em

page from one of my books.  photo transfer on muslin, cheesecloth, map, paint and buttons.

no dragonsblood red was used.