Tonight's dog walk was a sensuous delight. The air itself had texture - but it was a nice texture and not oppressive. I could breathe! Perfume from the mimosas was heavy at Betty's corner. Further on, the corn field was tasseling. The smell of fertility herself. O Great Corn Mother, let us have corn to eat. Bless the Corn. Corn! Now we can make whiskey!
By the way, remember this connection. Arthur Daniels Midland and ethanol made from corn. I'm just saying. And I'm not saying anything.
The night sounds were intense. Cicadas and crickets in some weird jazz chorus. Not that annoying jazz. The cardinals calling out. The C130s in training.
No art today. In spite of all good intentions, no sewing or art was done. Knitting on the socks happened and I found a repeat after about 4" in the Trekking XXL. Totally random would have so much fun!
Murgatoyd and Percival are sitting out this heat in the hallway. Which means I cleared out all the shit that has been clogging the hallway every since the store closed. I feel righteous.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Monday, July 31, 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
KNITTING RETURNS!
Sweetie had the day off yesterday! And we totally wasted it - I mean, enjoyed ourselves. He slept a lot and I slept some. We watched half the first season of Reno 911 on DVD. I weed-whacked and push-mowed just enough. Had to go to Corydon to buy a new mouse since some bunny chewed through the cable on the last one. (We have been using the old round mouse that came with the iMac, an antique.) The bunny-licious one was our very first optical mouse and set us back $50 a few years ago. The new one cost $15 and is less bulky and seems way faster. Technology. It leaves me speechless.
A new pair of socks has been started using the Trekking yarn I got in Maryland. I am really liking how the self patterning is manifesting - half inch blocks in random stripes or fake fair isle. No repeat encountered yet.
I have also redesigned the packaging for Fuzzarelly Fibers.
I have three of these crates full of product and about another crate in process. Tomorrow I am thinking of sewing something...maybe quilty, definitely arty. I have some ideas free floating in my head that I'd like to fool with. Lynne has signed us up for the Sellersburg Art Fest which is in September. I'd like to have some small, neat, cute and quirky thing to make and sell so I might fool with that, too.
The jury trial for State of Indiana v Turner is this Wednesday. This is the case of the creepy insane person (who was my personal stalker there for awhile) who physically attacked Sweetie. Turner was charged with battery and bad behavior and he could have pled, paid a fine and that would have been the end of that. except for maybe being admonished (again) to leave me and Sweetie alone. But noooooo. He wanted a jury trial and so, two and one half years later, a jury trial he shall get.
A new pair of socks has been started using the Trekking yarn I got in Maryland. I am really liking how the self patterning is manifesting - half inch blocks in random stripes or fake fair isle. No repeat encountered yet.I have also redesigned the packaging for Fuzzarelly Fibers.
I have three of these crates full of product and about another crate in process. Tomorrow I am thinking of sewing something...maybe quilty, definitely arty. I have some ideas free floating in my head that I'd like to fool with. Lynne has signed us up for the Sellersburg Art Fest which is in September. I'd like to have some small, neat, cute and quirky thing to make and sell so I might fool with that, too. The jury trial for State of Indiana v Turner is this Wednesday. This is the case of the creepy insane person (who was my personal stalker there for awhile) who physically attacked Sweetie. Turner was charged with battery and bad behavior and he could have pled, paid a fine and that would have been the end of that. except for maybe being admonished (again) to leave me and Sweetie alone. But noooooo. He wanted a jury trial and so, two and one half years later, a jury trial he shall get.
Friday, July 28, 2006
MOMENME
When I was growing up, we had a shoe box full of black & white and later, color snapshots and school pictures. I don't know about my brothers, but I remember going through that box often - looking at each print. So big brother, who inherited most of the box or was it the albums? He sent this to me today.
The roll was developed in April 1961. I was just 4 and mom would have been 28. Love those glasses. That is a snow bank behind us.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
DO YOU SMELL ONIONS?
In the end, no shower was taken. It added to the mentally unstable persona I was cultivating. I am so clever.
It was fine really. At least I feel no anxiety about anything. (Hey, pharmaceuticals - Thank you!)
Bunny update: Cutie did have one baby, a giant, and it looks like it had died shortly after birth. I trimmed her wool a bit and let her romp with Percival yesterday. Murgie jumped or climbed or otherwise got out of her fence today. I learned not to put her cage inside the fence for her to jump on. But she got out someway! Stubby, of course, could easily jump out of his fence, too - but - he's a guy. Har Har!
It was fine really. At least I feel no anxiety about anything. (Hey, pharmaceuticals - Thank you!)
Bunny update: Cutie did have one baby, a giant, and it looks like it had died shortly after birth. I trimmed her wool a bit and let her romp with Percival yesterday. Murgie jumped or climbed or otherwise got out of her fence today. I learned not to put her cage inside the fence for her to jump on. But she got out someway! Stubby, of course, could easily jump out of his fence, too - but - he's a guy. Har Har!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
NOT POSSUM SWITCH
The Allergy Monster has whupped me up one side of the street and down the other with his Pollen Switch. Feels like my bone marrow has been replaced with lead.
Mostly slept until one this afternoon and only had a short nap after Sweetie went to work. Didn't go to the Barefoot Spinners. Obviously.
And hey - guess what? The town's books will be audited starting tomorrow! The plan is (shhhhh!) for me to pretend to be mentally unstable and blame it on my deputy, and she's is to put it right back into my lap as all my responsibility. Wait a minute - it isn't a plan, it's the truth! The question remains: is this a good enough reason to shower?
Thanks for all the fish and emails. It isn't hard to post a comment y'all. Make it look like someone reads this mess.
"Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves."
- Carl Jung
Mostly slept until one this afternoon and only had a short nap after Sweetie went to work. Didn't go to the Barefoot Spinners. Obviously.
And hey - guess what? The town's books will be audited starting tomorrow! The plan is (shhhhh!) for me to pretend to be mentally unstable and blame it on my deputy, and she's is to put it right back into my lap as all my responsibility. Wait a minute - it isn't a plan, it's the truth! The question remains: is this a good enough reason to shower?
Thanks for all the fish and emails. It isn't hard to post a comment y'all. Make it look like someone reads this mess.
"Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves."
- Carl Jung
Sunday, July 23, 2006
FORK ME NAKED!
Well, stick a fork in me, I'm done with the pink mohair shawl! The finale even had drama as I ran out of yarn with only 1 and 1/2 sides bound off. The handiness of spinning is that one can prepare and spin more yarn and dye it to match. Mostly. Which I did.
The center is hot fuchsia and the pattern is called Swans Wings and I found the pattern in Traditional Knitted Lace Shawls by Martha Waterman. I worked the main pattern and when the first skein was done, I joined on a red and hot fuchsia second skein and knit those damn wings until I couldn't stand it any more and changed to a more simple Vine pattern (same book) and eventually joined the last skein, red/orange and hot fuchsia. The last few rows are plain knitting with an increase in every third stitch, every other round. I crocheted the bind off, and added small glass beads every 2 or 3 inches.
I even blocked it! Wet it and spun it out and laid it out on the guest bed. The beads held it in place so I did not use pins. Wallah!
Bunny News: In spite of nesting behavior, Fuzzarelly still has no babies. Cutie is in an even bigger nest building frenzy. She is due and I am excited. Anna Nicole's butt is healing well.
Lady Murgatroyd. What I am to do with her? Last week, I began to place her cage inside a fence on the lawn. By the second day, she had learned to jump on top of the cage and then out and over the fence. Look out, bunny on the loose!
Here she is, hiding out under the front porch steps. "Hello, I am handi-capable!"
The center is hot fuchsia and the pattern is called Swans Wings and I found the pattern in Traditional Knitted Lace Shawls by Martha Waterman. I worked the main pattern and when the first skein was done, I joined on a red and hot fuchsia second skein and knit those damn wings until I couldn't stand it any more and changed to a more simple Vine pattern (same book) and eventually joined the last skein, red/orange and hot fuchsia. The last few rows are plain knitting with an increase in every third stitch, every other round. I crocheted the bind off, and added small glass beads every 2 or 3 inches.
I even blocked it! Wet it and spun it out and laid it out on the guest bed. The beads held it in place so I did not use pins. Wallah!
Bunny News: In spite of nesting behavior, Fuzzarelly still has no babies. Cutie is in an even bigger nest building frenzy. She is due and I am excited. Anna Nicole's butt is healing well.
Lady Murgatroyd. What I am to do with her? Last week, I began to place her cage inside a fence on the lawn. By the second day, she had learned to jump on top of the cage and then out and over the fence. Look out, bunny on the loose!
Here she is, hiding out under the front porch steps. "Hello, I am handi-capable!"
Friday, July 21, 2006
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