drawers for henry

After Christmas I started a baby surprise jacket for baby Micheal. An official welcome to the family AND a way to use up some of this yarn stash. Once the jacket was done, and having two skeins of yarn left, I decided to go ahead and make him some leggings to go with. I looked on- line for a pattern that suited me but eventually looked to Elizabeth Zimmerman for guidance. I have a couple of her books and while the narrative style is a bit frightening, it is also liberating.

Anyway, Micheal got a sweater. Micheal got pants. Henry pitched a mini-fit. Katie dug out the sweater I'd made William when he was 1 and told him Grandma had made it just for him.... but he still wanted pants.

A week ago I went through every skein of yarn I own sorting and deciding what I could bear to part with and what do you know... I had some of the original yarn from William's sweater and some that was the right kind of blue to go with. Henry could have his pants.

I made it all the way to the ribbing on the last leg before I ran out of the original two yarns & had to add something different in. One leg is wider and I think, longer than the other. But I am almost certain I will win a smile from that tough guy.

And I think, for the most part, E.Z. would be pretty pleased with my interpretation of her design.

class work

I completed my second Creative Journal class last Tuesday (two more to go) and one of the idea generators was 'things you can do with buttons'. I'm the teacher. I know what the prompts will be before the class. I started deciding on this one days before the class actually met.

I told them I must have 'voice' issues... because immediately when I thought of buttons I thought of having your lips buttoned shut... but she doesn't seem too disturbed by it.
And she has these cheery looking red flowers near her and a ridiculous chicken coming in off the page.
She is not looking at the flowers though, she is staring off into space. She is somewhere else. And for right now she is keeping her own council... her lips are buttoned closed... but I think it is by choice.

I have written 3-4 sample sentences on scrap paper, trying to decide what the message is here. I think I will ask my class what they think and then finish this one up.

7/19

New book. I have lot's of my art supplies packed up and at the door, ready to shlep back and forth to my Tuesday night class....so I am making other things, like this. The cover is a bit much. I think I like it that way... snakeskin and flowers, ribbon and a splash of pink.
Inside cover is a deep reddish pink with watermarks... matches the flowers perfectly...
At first I thought I'd have a closed spine, but in the end chose this open stitch....

Inside there are pages and pages of 80 lb. drawing paper that will stand up nicely to pencil or paint....

I went to knitting today and heard a funny story about a women who couldn't find her cell phone and whose toilet was also plugged up....

yes, I gather it is getting to be a common problem... so word to wise, don't take your cell in there... not in your hand, not in you pocket...

felting in July

Nuno felting... wet felting... hand felting... whatever you want to call it. That's what I have been working on the last couple days...
It has been my stay-out-of-the-sun strategy... and it keeps my mind from stressing over the adult art journal class I am teaching.
I just place the fibers, layer the fibers, add this'n'that from my scrap bag, swirl in some contrast color, place a bit of yarn and wet, soap, rub, roll, rinse, squeeze and hang to dry....
This particular wool roving really worked well. So well I am going to go buy some more. It felted easily and yet is super soft to the feel.... not merino, but with the softness of merino.
and then this... the wool is a bit scratchier... but I love the colors. I tore up some burn-out silk panels in between the layers of roving... and then tossed in handfuls from my scrap bag, added swirls of color and some yarn bits for accent... same method as above
wet, soap, rub, roll, squeeze and toss over a door to dry....
sounds so easy doesn't it?... and it is in some respects... but I am improving, so there must be a skill set involved....

I'm thinking of using my Joanne's 50% coupon in the next couple days to get a free-form stitch attachment (not what it is called exactly) and then I will try machine stitching on some of the design.

plus it is a bit aerobic and I notice when I do a week of this my arms become toned.... reason enough, don't you think?

Wet!

It rained last night. I woke when it began... rolls of thunder, but no wind... and then the rainfall... slow and steady on my roof... around 4:30 I woke and pulled my baby corn under the eves, and fell back into bed. I have missed rain.

This morning, around 7, I checked the corn again. Yesterday it had just begun to sprout... but today it seems to have an agenda, and will be placed in the garden, with a prayer that the doggone birds leave it be to grow and grow.

The nursery did not have the little peat-moss pots for seedlings, but think these paper egg cartons will work just the same. I cut the bottoms before I seeded so the little roots can escape with ease.

Yesterday, the sermon at church was about the sower and the seed, and as I listened I thought of my garden and the birds that got my first corn seeds and thought not only does the sower throw the seed everywhere, he seeds again and again and again. Farmers are dreamers and gamblers... much like God.
But back to wet... don't you love it? The sidewalk by my gate is still glossy with rainwater
There are even little foamy bubbles where the rain ran off the roof and puddles near the hose...
Everything is so green and lush with this couple hours of rain... the thirsty desert quickly takes advantage of the gifts it is given...
and my corn! I was told once when I still lived in Illinois, that in July you could hear the corn grow if you listened... look at these guys.. they need deeper dirt soon.

High today supposed to be 98. It will be miserably humid... but 98. In July. In Phoenix,AZ. Something is up with the climate.

6/30

This one is a bit better... or I like it better, anyway. Started with a striped piece of tissue paper saved from the garbage at someone's b'day party... then I used a new pebbled stencil I bought the other day at Creative Quest, then matte medium, three shades of blue and a dollop of forest green and I filled the sea and then the sky with deep blues and gray.
I used some of that painted paper for the planets and the scary fish, painted the little boat bright red with bright orange flashes...

I was thinking about all the things that lie under the surface of every single person... things that hang about ready to snap your legs off. They are there... But then there are planets and stars, whole worlds and endless space. And there is silence, too. So often I am in that boat, not moving... and I sense the danger... but I know I have one or two meager resources.

A friend of mine sent a YouTube video to my Facebook acct. It was political in nature and spoke of the growing chasm between the 1% of have's in this country and all the rest... one of the comments was we were powerless in this... and I do not accept that. We have our meager resources. We can love our neighbor as ourselves. We can plant a garden. We can say quietly, but with conviction what we believe. We can inform others. If we would just quit all the belly-aching and finger-pointing and become agents of positive change...

and we can do it from our boats, with just an oar and a destination in mind. Yes, the bad things are there. Evil is real... but we have power.

6/28

3 flowers, lots of texture... thank heaven it is just practice.