Striped Pajamas

Striped Pajamas

The excuse for last week’s non post, as excuses go, merits little explanation.  For my birthday last weekend, among all the many kindnesses, someone gave me a cold.  On we go… Striped Pajamas.  It’s not about the children’s song I learned from Captain Kangaroo about...
The Calico Dog, My Rebellious Entry into Sewing

The Calico Dog, My Rebellious Entry into Sewing

Sixth grade.  I found the pattern in Mom’s woman’s magazine. I don’t now where I got the fabric; it wasn’t really calico, but definitely not gingham.  So, though the poem talks of a gingham dog and calico cat, I made a calico dog. Rebellious start to finish!  The...

Marie Kondo, Filing, Letting Go, and Dust Bunnies

I love Marie Kondo. However… I have never seen her try to tidy an artist’s studio.  My entire home is a studio.  This week, overwhelmed with file boxes, crates and stacks of papers that trip up the simplest of movements and bruise shins, I bought two (more) file...
I MADE IT MYSELF…ESPECIALLY FOR YOU

I MADE IT MYSELF…ESPECIALLY FOR YOU

Consider it a double blessing when you make a gift with your own hands. The act of making for a particular person is a gift to the maker as well as the recipient.  The outcome or “product” is one of a kind, unique, thoughtful, and rare. The connection between you and...
WRITING 2020

WRITING 2020

2020 Week 1  January 5 WRITING… “So, writing.  What a bitch.  I suppose being any kind of artist is hard at times, most times…”                                                                            ___Anne Lamott, Almost Everything, Chapter 6 I hate to write, but...