Friday, April 27, 2018
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
We had a Charlie Monday yesterday complete with the traditional, terrible lunch of fried chicken and red velvet cake. It was a crappy, rainy day so we stayed in, played music and made Duplo towers until Dad came home.
I'm counting the Mondays down now. Soon, he'll be in school five days a week. Oh, I'll still see him on the weekends, but it's the end of an era and, yes, I cried.
Hug your babies. They grow up so fast!
Saturday, April 21, 2018
I was afraid this might happen. The cloths that gave up the ghost shouldn't have been in that mix. The repair will be an interesting enterprise. I have no intention of trying to crochet a fix.
This rug usually resides in front of the kitchen sink, folded in half.
No one need ever see the scar. I may have to back the whole thing with something to stabilize it.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Friday, April 20, 2018
I'm primed to make some more dirty threads, but I have to wait for some warmer weather. In the meantime, I'm going helter-skelter in the house trying to make it...nicer. That's code for 'cleaning'.
Monday, April 16, 2018
Sunday, April 15, 2018
When did I become such a hothouse flower?
This is the same sink that graces my banner up top. I didn't get any actual cloth dyed this time. The threads came out fine but these canvas grocery bags didn't hang on to this much dye once they came out of the washing machine. They have a Monet reject feel to them. All fails will get a second chance once it warms up around here.
I did get to the beach for a few hours, but the water was cold, the wind steady and a few people were hollering "shark! I got wet to the ankles, thanked Yemaya for the blessing, and spent the rest of the time on the sand reading and watching the surf.
I got a lot of writing done - my main reason for going.
"Baghdad Bazaar" has been pressed into service as a beach blanket. Art must serve. That is my concrete yoga bench. There should be a sign - "Lay down for ten minutes & need help getting up"
|Baghdad Bazaar, 43x55, born here at ACA, 2007|
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
When I first saw them piled on the help-yourself table, I thought they were dismembered hospital gowns, but no, the hand is soft and the selvage reads "Made in France 100% cotton". Most of the pieces are less than a fat quarter and way wonkier.
If I sew them all together I might have enough to make myself a djellaba or a mumu or something soft and flowy and not for public display. More pajamas!
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
With some lollygagging and disrespecting the navigator in my phone, I was fed, relaxed and the car was gassed up when I pulled in to my driveway about 5. I just had to get off the freeway!
Before I did, I passed a huge tractor trailer all done up in a magnificent graphics wrap. I didn't have the wits to drive and snap a picture. It was the equipment transporter for the Stoneman Douglas Band - the Eagle Regiment.
As I passed it, I stuck my fist through the moonroof in solidarity and the driver acknowledged with a blast of the air horn. I was filled with an as-yet-unnamed feeling. I'm sure the French have one perfect word. It lifted me up, away from myself for a while, but then I couldn't help but think about the families, the loved ones left behind.
Then came the tristesse. I rolled with that one and let it take me to tears. Everytime I travel, I have the sudden realization that Jimmy will not be waiting for me when I get home. That's a facet of myself as real and permanent as a tattoo.
Thursday, April 05, 2018
The view from my desk in a cozy, private room.
Leaving for the beach shortly. Hope I can find my way out of the neighborhood. When I arrived, all the local streets were torn up by a massive, ongoing utility project. Bulldozer and diggers like angry dinosaurs on every lane.
With every dye session, comes a giant ground cloth. This one has some potential. I only had the wet studio to myself for one day so further development will have to wait until I get home. there will be soy resist, over-dyeing and be discharging for a map quilt.
Monday, April 02, 2018
I'm mostly packed. The idea was to leave Charlie's and come back here to finish. Silly me. You just don't park a three-year-olds energy and need for engagement because you have shit to do. It was noon before we got this far. I'm still doing laundry. I'll head out when I get a good night's rest.
He was charmed that Colin got him this bit of weirdness which he recognized as a Poop Emoji. This one winds up and poops out candy as it goes. At one point he said, "It had no more poops to give." I almost fell out of the chair.
Jake came to collect him and there was much goodbyeing as he knows all about my trip.
We will facetime or whatever I can get the web to do while I'm away.
One of the things I like best about Facebook is the way it dishes up random memories. Colin was playing crack, er, technology dealer on...
Play it again Sam.
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I'm on my way to the post office. If you've ordered anything to date, it's on the way!! Have a great weekend. I got stuff to ...