Tuesday, December 21

The Littles and Atticus

The Littles were here today.

This is Sophie sitting in the rocking chair that belonged to my grandmother's cousin. . . the one that's been passed down maternal lines. The chair sitting in my family room.
Some of you have asked about Atticus.

He's here, always, with his blanket, where the kids are . . . where everyone is.
He loves when the Littles come, because they sometimes drop food. Actually, they always drop food.

See the rugs and yoga mats? They're in my kitchen because Atticus has been having trouble with his hips and knees. He's on a diet, and he's getting laser treatments and supplements, and he's doing better.
Kiran and Jack went to the basement to play with Jack's model trains today, and unless I learn about breakdown cars and cabooses, I may have lost him forever.
See this look of indifference?

Thursday, December 16

This little light of mine

I never forget how fortunate I am to live so close to two of my grandkids and to be able to share in the events of their lives, like Kiran's holiday program at preschool today.

The kids were all very serious about their performance. Kiran barely cracked a smile, but he (and the kids around him) were good at their hugging.
He has two cousins who go to school with him.

Willow was very serious about her singing.
And Taylor Grace . . . well, she was sort of serious about being bored. Definitely not as serious about singing as the boys around her.
But, Miss Sophie was seriously cute and fashionable in her role as audience member.

Wednesday, December 15

Another book and a test

I wondered what would happen if I changed the white background to black, but I'm thinking I should have worked harder on that photo fringe. the lighting is just not right with a black background.

Friday, December 10

Trot on over for a closer look

I've been working on presents these days, along with other projects, and am loving that white box for photographing my work.
Loving this yummy book chain too.

Monday, December 6

White Box

I made a white box today so that I could photograph a project that I won't be able to share with you for a while.
Weekend flea-market find

But the white box is like a puppy I can't put down! I'm looking around the house for things that it can chew on.
Letter opener made in Richard Salley's class at Artfest 2009

I am so excited with the possibilities.
Doll made by Akira Blount 
I guess this would be more impressive if my blog had a white background!

Saturday, November 27

The Must-Dos and the Want-To-Dos

I'm working on both of them.
And really . . .
I can't tell one from the other.
They both bring me pleasure.

Tuesday, November 23

Farm-raised

We drove out to the country today to pick up our free-range turkey for Thursday's dinner. (This one apparently has a pardon for now.)

It was a beautiful afternoon here with temperatures in the mid-60's, and on the way we crossed a charming intersection where I just had to hop out when I saw this tractor . . .

And this building . . .

And this covered bridge.

This goose has another month . . . and then . . . well, you know.

Wishing you all a blessed and bountiful Thanksgiving!

Sunday, November 21

Returning to my roots . . .



There is a quilt top that hangs in my stairwell. It was made by my great, great grandmother. My grandmother had it for years and tried to quilt it, but the fabric was too brittle. When she gave it to me, I framed it under plexiglass.

It's made up of bits and pieces of my great, great grandmother's dresses, my great, great grandfather's shirts and drawers, and my grandmother's scraps (She did some repair work.). It's a composition taken from the scraps of their lives. It's a treasure that I marvel at every day.

Recycling the bits and pieces from my life is a concept that appeals to me in a big way. Committing the 'now' into something that my grandchildren and their offspring will look at and perhaps cherish gives me goosebumps.
I developed a thing for eco-dyed fabric when I wandered into the classroom where India Flint was teaching magic during Shakerag last summer. I bought her book, came home, and began experimenting with the plants that grew in my yard, my neighbors yards, and . . . well, the entire county. Just last night I started a brew with Japanese maple leaves from my son's yard to see if the red leaves give a different tint than the green summer leaves.
Update: They do.

And then I discovered Jude Hill and her Spirit Cloth blog and signed up for her Cloth to Cloth workshop, and I find myself checking it daily, reading and re-reading her instructions, marking my calendar for the next lesson. I am so wanting to sit with cloth, needle and thread and create in this softer way. And I'm delighted to incorporate the eco-dyed fabric from summer into my winter obsession.

And the old feed sacks from another summer's collection.

And I feel like I'm returning to my roots.

It feels good.

Saturday, November 20

Never underestimate the power of Photoshop


I was recently at a family party where I took this photo of my granddaughter and my aunt.

I love this picture of the two of them, but I wanted to focus the shot on my granddaughter.

I am currently running Photoshop CS 5 which made it so easy to remove my beloved aunt from the photo and to boost the image of my granddaughter.


Friday, November 5

A B C's

Three years ago, I made these letters for Kiran. . .

Which led to these for Sophie, that I worked on with her mom. . .

And then I made these for Lily. . .

And this one for Taylor. . .

And this one. . .

Which is one of Nadia's letters, that are not yet hung.

I have one more set that I hope to finish right pronto.

I buy my letters from DAmboiseDesigns and my embellishments from all over.

Wednesday, October 27

Little Girls

I recently had the pleasure of spending time with these two cuties.
Don't they look like they just stepped off the pages of a Matilda Jane catalog?
What fun!