a long time ago i was in a hotel on the beach in pusan, korea in the basement game room where i spent many many hours playing video games.  i was usually alone in there but one day a young white boy in a black leather jacket walked in and started playing one of the machines.  how it happened that all these years later i sit here married to that young boy’s older brother in a town i’d never heard of in a place i’d never imagined i could/would be is a long and winding story. the fact of it makes me happy and hopeful. the idea that something so unimaginable could be written in the stars and you have no idea! 

a long time ago i was in a hotel on the beach in pusan, korea in the basement game room where i spent many many hours playing video games.  i was usually alone in there but one day a young white boy in a black leather jacket walked in and started playing one of the machines.  how it happened that all these years later i sit here married to that young boy’s older brother in a town i’d never heard of in a place i’d never imagined i could/would be is a long and winding story. the fact of it makes me happy and hopeful. the idea that something so unimaginable could be written in the stars and you have no idea!

the calm before the storm…

clean up and prep begins today for our thanksgiving party.  we haven’t hosted in a while. last time i set fire to the studio.  there won’t be any candles this time and i’m keeping my fingers crossed it doesn’t rain as it’s an outdoor affair. 

let the wild rumpus begin…

the calm before the storm…

clean up and prep begins today for our thanksgiving party.  we haven’t hosted in a while. last time i set fire to the studio.  there won’t be any candles this time and i’m keeping my fingers crossed it doesn’t rain as it’s an outdoor affair. 

let the wild rumpus begin…

sometimes the backs of these little embroideries are more interesting to me than the fronts. all the little “mistakes” the threads that have managed to escape and knot themselves up are clearly visible and unfixable unless i want to tear the whole thing out and mostly i don’t ever want to do that.

unless i’m knitting in which case i think nothing of unraveling hours of work, it doesn’t matter because it was never the “getting there” i was after with the knitting.

the little threads that connect one line to another are all visible. where i started and stopped, where i jumped, where i changed stitch patterns.  it’s the truth of it but it’s the part that isn’t supposed to be seen.

sometimes the backs of these little embroideries are more interesting to me than the fronts. all the little “mistakes” the threads that have managed to escape and knot themselves up are clearly visible and unfixable unless i want to tear the whole thing out and mostly i don’t ever want to do that.

unless i’m knitting in which case i think nothing of unraveling hours of work, it doesn’t matter because it was never the “getting there” i was after with the knitting.

the little threads that connect one line to another are all visible. where i started and stopped, where i jumped, where i changed stitch patterns.  it’s the truth of it but it’s the part that isn’t supposed to be seen.

if i were going to san francisco today i’d stay at the tomo and have lunch at cha-ya (AND saigon sandwich), i’d hit all my favorite thrift stores, have a thai massage and sit and watch tai chi in the park.
as it stands i don’t see an opening for a getaway until next year! which sounds so far away but in reality is just a blink.

until then…

if i were going to san francisco today i’d stay at the tomo and have lunch at cha-ya (AND saigon sandwich), i’d hit all my favorite thrift stores, have a thai massage and sit and watch tai chi in the park.
as it stands i don’t see an opening for a getaway until next year! which sounds so far away but in reality is just a blink.

until then…

one of the things i like about making these little impromptu collages is the surprise i feel when i look at them later.  something unexpected is revealed.  it’s one of the things i like about getting older too.  the eyes are going, that’s a nuisance, but things are revealed. 

one of the things i like about making these little impromptu collages is the surprise i feel when i look at them later.  something unexpected is revealed.  it’s one of the things i like about getting older too.  the eyes are going, that’s a nuisance, but things are revealed. 

one of the things i like about making these little impromptu collages is the surprise i feel when i look at them later.  something unexpected is revealed.  it’s one of the things i like about getting older too.  the eyes are going, that’s a nuisance, but things are revealed.

we don’t have cable anymore or dish network. we do get netflix and we love it. we watch what we want with no commercial interruptions. only ice cream or other dessert interruptions and for the dishwasher frequent i can’t sit still in my pants anymore interruptions. but sometimes (like last night) the best thing on the tv are the shadows.

we don’t have cable anymore or dish network. we do get netflix and we love it. we watch what we want with no commercial interruptions. only ice cream or other dessert interruptions and for the dishwasher frequent i can’t sit still in my pants anymore interruptions. but sometimes (like last night) the best thing on the tv are the shadows.

 a stitchery i finished yesterday

 a stitchery i finished yesterday