Redeem only at your veterinarian.

So. I've had these scarves and magic markers since last fall. My first attempt to paint a scarf was less than stellar, but I saw something somewhere that made me try again. Behold. I liked it so much that I wore it to Columbia today.

The concept is simple, but my execution needs work. I drew small dots and circles on a silk scarf, this one was straight out of the bag, then used a q-tip to put a little drop of rubbing alcohol onto each dot. I used pink, red, and orange markers and some I did twice. Patience is the trick - the alcohol takes time. Also, it works best on top of paper towels, or an old dish towel. I now have a pink dot dish towel. I will try paper towels next.

The scarf is now ready to rock, and is washable, too. Last night, I washed a scarf and will iron it, then try this again with blue and green.

Oh, Lord - Would you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

 So. I took the red and black vessel from my previous post and turned it inside out. It was okay before, but just okay. Now, it is much more interesting.

I got the idea of doing that from the aqua vessel. I fucked around with it way too long, and then I used cotton cord to run 5 or 6 rounds of gathering around the upper half and then left it to dry.

The next morning, it wasn't dry. Maybe I should've waited, but I didn't, and I took out the stitching and it was a mess. Again, I fucked around with it, and turned it inside out.

I did decide to do the gathering bit again on another piece, but this time, I plan to leave the cord in place. The felt fabric effectively hides it.

And in the meantime, I make little pins, which makes me very happy.

It felt so right

red vessel and resist

monster eyes

Fuzzarelly Fibers, resurrected

Since I have this blog, I may as well try to use it again. Facebook lured me away for way too long, with its ease and near instant gratification. But something is missing from that experience. It's as though Facebook is the Condensed Readers' Digest version of everything I want to say and show. 

Last summer, I bought a kit to make felted flowers and I didn't touch it until Christmas. I look back now at those sad little flowers that I was so proud of and wince a little. As I know I will do with these little things in a few months. (But maybe not.)

Felting is not something I thought I would ever care for, in spite of a great lecture given by Martien van ZuilenFelt MakerTeacherWriter - Home at the Columbia Weavers' and Spinners' Guild in 2014. Her main topic was Mongolian yurts. I remember I thought, Well. That's interesting, but I am just not into felt.

I Got Plenty of Nothing

I want this to be a Secret Garden.

Had a little luck with sunflowers.

The Naked Ladies are up and blooming.

 Pokeberry.

And yarn.

Falling in Love Again

This song has been running through my head tonight. Funny, but I thought it was someone like Maurice Chevalier singing it, not the low-voiced Marlene. I should have remembered better.

Don't crush that dwarf

Yesterday was the 38th anniversary of my marriage to my first husband. I can only imagine how much resentment I would have inside of me if we were still married. I still have resentments against him even though we divorced in 1991, and I want to meet him in person and tell him what an ass he was and how he hurt me and I can't believe he actually did that and blah blah blah. I know it's a useless and futile fantasy, but still, a girl can dream.

I just recently celebrated 21 years of marriage to my latest husband, and I say "latest" as joke. I sometimes wonder how much longer this one will last. That's not a joke.

Anyway, I have been making yarn. Lots of yarn. Dyeing wool  lots of brilliant colors and spinning it into 1, 2, and 3 ply yarns.

I also won a couple of ribbons at the county fair.

Why I hate mosquitos

Four bites in four minutes. The welts get bigger.