Georgia Snow

...is quick and dirty and makes you long for summer the day after if falls.

except for this

The Grid Forgets Itself

 "the grid forgets itself"

10"x10" mounted


SOLD












closer

Something made me put down the needle and take this one to the mummification chamber for finishing. The sun is playing peekaboo through late afternoon clouds so this is a quick shot..kinda strong on the blues but I didn't want to tinker with it.

Quick - take a picture

because it will all be gone by lunchtime! Not your everyday business in this part of Georgia. This is the most snow (that's stuck around) that we've had in several years.

All told, maybe three inches but the trees and ground were cold enough to hang on to everything. The second after I shot this one a cloud of falling snow got me.

When I lived in NY, I worked as a telephone operator for AT&T and we were expected to be at work even if it was day one of Armageddon so a little snow on the road was no big deal. You learned to drive safely, brought your jammies & breakfast with you, just in case. More than once, the State Police closed the roads and all I had to do was wave my company badge outside the window to be waved through a police blockade. Power tripper, me and my Honda.

Our turn

The forecast is for 87 flakes. In two years not much has changed regarding winter in Georgia. Except for the cold, it's still just like this except today I have to schlep off to the office for more tales of woe. I'll pack extra scraps and hope for a slow evening. By now, after this weather week, do you think folks will get some sense and STAY THE HELL HOME for a minute?

For this moment, I'm having fun with Blogger's PAGES feature. Up there under the banner. Have to figure a way to insert images instead of type.  Thanks to several web friends for pointing it out. How are you taking advantage? Mine are under construction.

Once you log into Blogger, go to Posting tab...one of the tabs is
Edit Pages..do it right there.

WIP2

These are the parts I'm liking which means 3/4s of this piece is undergoing heavy revision. It's still not working as a whole so I won't bother with an overall look until one actually emerges.







Geez, you would think I was working on the Sistine Chapel and not a 10" square of scraps.


And speaking of spectacular and inspirational, take a look at this
 and this

hearty

It seems in all other hands this shape is sweet and tender. I have never been able to render it to my satisfaction.
This one may get some words if I can stop being snarky for just a minute.

M.Valle over at Instant Poetry is having a deleterious effect on my writing. She says out loud what I have on my mind all day at work.

"I love it when people say stupid things out loud and it's on tape"

kitchen chemistry

I find myself running out of spots, or holes, depending on your point of view, so it's time for a little kitchen table chemistry. Still too cold for any order work but it's amazing what a little Soft Scrub and a spray bottle of water will do.

Finding things are you?
Me too.

The navy blue piece at the top is a commercial print.
The large,crazed piece was a table mopper - a piece
of fabric that I use and reuse through one or more
dye sessions, cleaning up as I go. These pieces often
turn out amazing.

as yet unbaptized continues

I wish I could have spent more time with this one today (but I spent most of the day picking computer cooties out of my main machine and am now trying to resuscitate my son's laptop.Guess I know where the trouble started).. It's coming to life stitch by stitch  but I think I'm starting to stop.

Those little dark green rectangles had to go and that patch of blue just demanded to participate. Keep reminding me that french knots, as design elements, should be left to the end, like beading - and don't remind me that I have about 15 pounds of beads in a tub somewhere in the studio.

Folks are starting to settle in for the Stupor Bowl - I may watch the commercials, then again, why suffer through a game I don't care for to watch commercials for products I won't buy. Jim just told me that the Who will be performing at half-time. I wonder if all of the hordes of CSI(insert city) fans know where their favorites shows theme music came from. Hoping for a medley....

(PS - Hurray for the underdog Saints, the Who and the Coke commercial with the Sleepwalker. )

afternoon light

Because I work from noonish to darktime I rarely get to enjoy the afternoon sun. Off today and the weather cooperated so I spent a quiet afternoon stitching with that great light over my shoulder. Makes one's tired old eyes happy.

Things are creeping out of the cloth.




This treat was in the mail today - a whole boodle of silk snips and bits. I have to find a good plastic contain because a lot of jostling around will reduce this beauties to bundles of thread. A gorgeous trove - thanks Melissa, for this wonderful gift.

stitching at the lavanderia

I'm going to the laundromat in a bit to wash all the blankets in the house - they are too big and too many for my washing machine and thanks for the hurk, Sweetie, and I plan on sitting in the sun and working these two.

I continue to go back and forth between these two as the mood moves me. If I finish a thread and no forward path jumps out at me, instead of dashing on and doing anything ill considered or altogether blind, I'll set it aside and take up the other one.

In both pieces I am hinting and layering images and find myself clipping off pieces of fabric to see what is getting buried, what could be revealed.

New month, new day

I'm torn between working on this current piece and taking advantage of the morning light to work in the studio getting pieces of dyed cloth ready for sale.  That stack up top is next. Colin will be shooting them today for me.






I keep finding things that I'm going to keep for myself.One in ten will be staying home.

This was a tablemopper that has a lot of gold metallic acrylic smears . Many of my most successful pieces have been based around the clean up rags!

It's a keeper and speaking to me of getting back to larger pieces, my bigger, louder (more natural) voice.