summer has arrived. finally! it should last another day or so.

this morning was cold and dark and i had to make my own damn coffee which i don’t do well. the dishwasher has spoiled me beyond repair. at first i thought it was the coffee maker broken but on the third day of his absence i discovered the coffee pot has to face a certain way for it to actually brew. cheeky bastard.

i’ve spent most of the week stitching and yes, knitting socks. it is my spiritual practice after all.

summer has arrived. finally! it should last another day or so.

this morning was cold and dark and i had to make my own damn coffee which i don’t do well. the dishwasher has spoiled me beyond repair. at first i thought it was the coffee maker broken but on the third day of his absence i discovered the coffee pot has to face a certain way for it to actually brew. cheeky bastard.

i’ve spent most of the week stitching and yes, knitting socks. it is my spiritual practice after all.

these summer mornings have been so gray and dreary it’s been almost impossible to convince myself to go walk but the dishwasher’s weekend debaucheries are taking their toll.
so i must walk.

first hill.

santa rosa cemetery.

these summer mornings have been so gray and dreary it’s been almost impossible to convince myself to go walk but the dishwasher’s weekend debaucheries are taking their toll.
so i must walk.

first hill.

santa rosa cemetery.

a walk through the garden yesterday morning with lu close behind. she stands guard when i open the gate and follows quickly hoping to get into the lair where she likes to sit and survey the garden and nap and snuggle. there is no sweeter dog. i am sure. and that is the tomato tree behind her. green zebras and another i’ve forgotten but it’s red and they are ripening. a few more weeks and we will be swimming in tomatoes.

The lime tree in front of the studio and the lemon tree… both have tiny fruit and have had for a while. the big producer so far this year has been the parsley which i have twice cut down. and then there is the tomato tree… pictures soon.

round and round and round i go. i was going to go with embroidery stitches only on this one. i’ve been studying the old one. the one from scott’s great grandmother lola ( here )
it has stitches i can’t identify but it seemed not to fit.

this one is an end to something. all old fabrics gifted or found, old stitcheries and done in my usual fashion, “sewn up one side and down the other”, fitting as i go. no measuring no cutting just tearing and sewing together and then sewing in circles.

days of heaven.
days of hell.

this is the verge. the tipping point. i have no idea what comes next but i’m looking forward to it.

round and round and round i go. i was going to go with embroidery stitches only on this one. i’ve been studying the old one. the one from scott’s great grandmother lola ( here )
it has stitches i can’t identify but it seemed not to fit.

this one is an end to something. all old fabrics gifted or found, old stitcheries and done in my usual fashion, “sewn up one side and down the other”, fitting as i go. no measuring no cutting just tearing and sewing together and then sewing in circles.

days of heaven.
days of hell.

this is the verge. the tipping point. i have no idea what comes next but i’m looking forward to it.

round and round and round i go. i was going to go with embroidery stitches only on this one. i’ve been studying the old one. the one from scott’s great grandmother lola ( here )
it has stitches i can’t identify but it seemed not to fit.

this one is an end to something. all old fabrics gifted or found, old stitcheries and done in my usual fashion, “sewn up one side and down the other”, fitting as i go. no measuring no cutting just tearing and sewing together and then sewing in circles.

days of heaven.
days of hell.

this is the verge. the tipping point. i have no idea what comes next but i’m looking forward to it.

i think of this as a portrait of myself and the dishwasher.

if the books on our shelf tell a story about who we are then our netflix queue is just as revealing though i’m not quite sure what either collection says about us.

yes we watch biographies and documentaries and foreign films though not many french anymore as i think we’ve seen them all! we’ve got anthony bordain’s no reservations and a whole mess of old movies like dial m for murder and night of the iguana. we also have south park episodes and we have been known to watch really offensive american movies like pineapple express and step brothers though the latter only played for 7 minutes before i turned it off. this all seems a little…untoward to me.
and interesting.

while i find myself endlessly fascinating my daughter would beg to differ. she is engrossed in her search for self and sees me settled into a deeply boring life and her father as maybe a little…dangerous.

i can’t imagine why.

i think of this as a portrait of myself and the dishwasher.

if the books on our shelf tell a story about who we are then our netflix queue is just as revealing though i’m not quite sure what either collection says about us.

yes we watch biographies and documentaries and foreign films though not many french anymore as i think we’ve seen them all! we’ve got anthony bordain’s no reservations and a whole mess of old movies like dial m for murder and night of the iguana. we also have south park episodes and we have been known to watch really offensive american movies like pineapple express and step brothers though the latter only played for 7 minutes before i turned it off. this all seems a little…untoward to me.
and interesting.

while i find myself endlessly fascinating my daughter would beg to differ. she is engrossed in her search for self and sees me settled into a deeply boring life and her father as maybe a little…dangerous.

i can’t imagine why.

i think of this as a portrait of myself and the dishwasher.

if the books on our shelf tell a story about who we are then our netflix queue is just as revealing though i’m not quite sure what either collection says about us.

yes we watch biographies and documentaries and foreign films though not many french anymore as i think we’ve seen them all! we’ve got anthony bordain’s no reservations and a whole mess of old movies like dial m for murder and night of the iguana. we also have south park episodes and we have been known to watch really offensive american movies like pineapple express and step brothers though the latter only played for 7 minutes before i turned it off. this all seems a little…untoward to me.
and interesting.

while i find myself endlessly fascinating my daughter would beg to differ. she is engrossed in her search for self and sees me settled into a deeply boring life and her father as maybe a little…dangerous.

i can’t imagine why.