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Words to Consider

  • There must be more to life than having everything. -Maurice Sendak
  • Don't take life so serious; it ain't nohow permanent. —Pogo
  • The first revolutionary act is to call things by their true names, said Rosa Luxemburg.
  • The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much, it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt
  • When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself. —Tecumseh
  • i do it for the joy it brings / because i am a joyful girl / because the world owes me nothing / and we owe each other the world / i do it because it's the least i can do / i do it because i learned it from you / i do it just because i want to / because I want to —"Joyful Girl", Ani DiFranco
  • Democrats are the party of those who are working, those who have finished working, and those who want to work. -- Elizabeth Edwards
  • Do not worry over the charge of treason to your masters, but be concerned about the treason that involves yourselves. Be true to yourself and you cannot be a traitor to any good cause on Earth. - Eugene V. Debs, Speech, June 16, 1918
  • "Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touched gently, because the time is short. Civilization is another word for respect for life." - Elizabeth Goudge, author of The Joy of the Snow
  • "There is nothing I can give you, which you have not; But there is much, very much, that while I cannot give it, you can take. No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today. Take heaven! No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take peace! The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within reach, is joy. There is a radiance and glory in the darkness, could we but see, and to see we have only to look. I beseech you to look. Life is so generous a giver, but we, judging its gifts by their covering, cast them away as ugly, or heavy or hard. Remove the covering, and you will find beneath it a living splendor, woven of love, by wisdom, with power. Welcome it, grasp it, and you touch the angel's hand that brings it to you. Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe me that angel's hand is there; the gift is there, and the wonder of an overshadowing presence. Our joys too: be not content with them as joys. They, too, conceal diviner gifts. And so, at this time, I greet you. Not quite as the world sends greetings, but with profound esteem and with the prayer that for you now and forever, the day breaks, and the shadows flee away. " (Fra Giovanni 1513 A.D.)

Art Dolls

  • Another Pink Jester
    My imaginary friends.

Artist Trading Cards

  • Feather
    A sampling of my ATCs. Some available for trade, as noted.

Beadwork

  • Face in Browns
    Mostly pins, with some other oddments.

Hats, Etc.

  • Yellow Beret
    Both hats and scarves, almost all crochet . . . so far.

Journal Quilts

  • Mona
    I'm doing one 8.5" x 11" quilt a month for an online challenge this year, plus a few others.

Paper Dolls

  • Pashmina, A Lady from the Mysterious East
    Second childhood? Not quite . . .

Books, 2008

  • A Language Older Than Words, by Derrick Jensen
    I don't know quite how to describe this book—it's disquieting, uncomfortable, and eminently worth reading.
  • Catwings and Catwings Return, both by Ursula LeGuin
    I listed them together because they're short juveniles, with charming illustrations. James, Thelma, Harriet and Roger were born with wings, and they flew into adventures.
  • Firebird, by R. Garcia y Robertson
    Takes the firebird legends of Russia and Eastern Europe and adds several new twists—a heroic heroine, for one, who rescues her knight . . .
  • World Made By Hand, by James Howard Kunstler
    American life in the aftermath of the long emergency, when lack of oil and climate change have put industrial civilization out of business. Not bad, but I've read better; specifically, I have problems with his characterizations of women (the proverbial madonna/whore and nothing else). However, I didn't buy this, so I got what I paid for . . . .
  • The Three of Swords, by Fritz Leiber
    A three-volume book club compilation of Swords and Deviltry, Swords Against Death, and Swords in the Mist. Leiber's epic fantasy stories and novelettes, featuring his heroes Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser. These were one of my first sword-and-sorcery readings, and I've never quite gotten over them, I suppose.
  • A Sand County Almanac, by Aldo Leopold
    This edition also contains Sketches Here and There, and some essays—I loved the Almanac part! The sketches were enjoyable, but not essential to me, and I'm afraid I got bogged down in the essays and didn't finish them.
  • The Penelopiad, by Margaret Atwood
    The story of Penelope, the long-suffering and constant wife of Odysseus, as told by herself and the twelve maids hanged by Odysseus upon his return.
  • Crossing Open Ground, by Barry Lopez
    Nature essays, on various subjects—I highly recommend this. In fact, I ordered his Of Wolves and Men, which has moved to the top of the "read this next" pile; and I have Arctic Dreams here *somewhere* . . . but I can't find it!
  • The Dispossesed, by Ursula LeGuin
    I've read this twice now, and I still don't "get" it. There doesn't seem to be much point to the story, though LeGuin is always a good writer. It's probably some lack in me, but there you are.
  • The Hounds of the Morrigan, by Pat O'Shea
    Comic fantasy set in the world of Irish mythology (and Faery)—the heroes are Pidge and his sister Brigit, who are chosen to thwart the Morrigan. This was O'Shea's first novel; I need to see whether she's written anything else . . .
  • The Pilot's Wife, by Anita Shreve
    I read this in one long evening—it's that good. Learning to live with the unthinkable.
  • The Iron Dragon's Daughter, by Michael Swanwick
    Very, very strange, even for a fantasy novel "Industrial Darkness and Magick" says the dust jacket—the story of Jane, a changeling stolen to toil in the dragon factory in Faery.
  • The Killer's Tears, by Anne-Laure Bondoux
    A very strange and thoughful little book that explores guilt, innocence and the nature of love.
  • The Left Hand of Darkness, by Ursula LeGuin
    Another of my periodic re-reads. The story of the Terran Envoy to Winter, a planet whose inhabitants are androgynous and may chance sex every 26 days (but there's a lot more to it than just that).
  • The Spiral Dance, by R. Garcia y Robertson
    I first read this ten or fifteen years ago, and have been searching for a copy ever since (thank you, Alibris!)—set in Elizabethan Scotland, it is the story of Anne Percy, Countess of Northumberland, and the conspiracy (one of them) to restore Mary Queen of Scots to the English throne—and of a madwoman, the Virgin Mary, witches, a werewolf, the lands of Faery . . .
  • The Moon Under Her Feet, by Clysta Kinstler
    A feminist retelling of the conception, birth, life and death of Christ, as told by Mary Magdalene, High Priestess of the Great Mother in Jerusalem.
  • Kitchen Literacy, by Ann Vileisis
    An account of how we as a culture have become disconnected from the sources of our food, and why we need to return.
  • The Death of Innocents, by Sister Helen Prejean
    An eyewitness account of wrongful executions, this is the followup to her stellar Dead Man Walking. Must reading, in my not-so-humble opinion.
  • The Last Girls, by Lee Smith
    Another fine story by the author of Fair and Tender Ladies, Black Mountain Breakdown, Oral History, and so many more—all evoke The South beautifully, and this is no exception. A reunion-riverboat trip down the Mississippi is the setting, and the "girls" are now women looking back.
  • Feasting the Heart, by Reynolds Price
    52 essays originally aired on NPR, plus a couple that never made in onto the air—varying subjects, but always beautifully done.
  • The White Witch, by Elizabeth Goudge
    A yearly re-read—Cavaliers, Puritans and Gypsies in the time of Charles I in her tale of love and subterfuge in the English countryside. And Froniga, one of my favorite of all her strong women . . .
  • Pucker, by Melanie Gideon
    Thomas, horribly burned in a childhood fire and burdened by a 'crazy' mother, has always been an outsider—but now he must return to his birthplace, the world of Isaura, to save his mother and to face possibility and temptation. Fascinating and well-written.
  • The Scent of Water, by Elizabeth Goudge
    Begins with a death and ends with a birth in the tiny village of Appleshaw—and in between there is life, love, friendship, faith, and the enchanting cabinet full of 'the little things." As always, a portal into a way of life long gone. . . and one that I miss, though I never knew it.
  • A Swift Pure Cry, by Siobhan Dowd
    The story of Shell, who finds herself pregnant at 15—the baby is stillborn, so she and her brother and sister bury it in the back garden. Then the Garda arrive . . . based on a true story, and very well done.
  • The Dean's Watch, by Elizabeth Goudge
    I'd never read this one; the characters aren't nearly as sympathetic as in most of her books, and it was difficult for me to finish. But it was worth it—there are lessons here, and things don't end well, but they do end rightly.
  • Book of a Thousand Days, by Shannon Hale
    A shimmering retelling of the Grimm's fairy tale 'Maid Maleen,' reimagined on the Central Asian steppes. I read until 3 a.m. because I couldn't bear to stop until the end. . .
  • Tistou of the Green Thumbs, by Maurice Druon (trans. by Humphrey Hare)
    A strange and pleasant little book: Tistou, an only child with remarkable powers of growing plants simply by sticking his 'green thumbs' into the dirt, takes on the wrongs of society. A French juvenile, ex-library, my brother found it at Goodwill and passed it on.
  • A Country Year, by Sue Hubbell
    About life on the land in the Ozarks, and a woman finding herself in middle age—I recommend it highly. And she keeps bees, too.
  • Losing Moses on the Freeway, by Chris Hedges
    The 10 Commandments in America—Hedges explores the challenge of living according to these moral precepts.
  • In Defense of Food, Michael Pollan
    An Eater's Manifesto—Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants. (and nothing with over five ingredients, ingredients you don't recognize and can't pronounce, and nothing your great-grandmother wouldn't recognize as food.)

Friday, 16 May 2008

What I Made

Remember the pile of stuff a couple of posts back? (I'd link to it, but I'm way too lazy this evening . . . ) Anyway, here's what I made from it: The Butterfly Queen. (I did add a few beads and a piece of ribbon, but the rest is what I was given to work with.)

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Sunday, 04 May 2008

Row Houses

I made these for a swap; they mail out tomorrow. (More under the cut, for those who are interested . . . )

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Thursday, 03 April 2008

F[inished] O[bject]—What Is It?

Stashswapproject1This was my March project from Swap Your Stash at Like Minded Artist. Everyone who signed up takes a month; you send everybody the same bits and pieces from your stash, and they make something. Hopefully using all the bits and pieces . . . I didn't, though I do have a couple more things in the works.

I do like this one. Especially the cow.

Any idea what it is? (Answer under the cut)

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Saturday, 29 March 2008

Another [Mostly] Finished Project

This is the tote bag I've been working for . . . well, far too long. The pattern is Crabapple Hill's Posy Pocket Purse. I like it well enough—other than having to sew with many layers: inside with pockets, quilting fleece, outside with pockets—but I don't like the pocket construction. She has you sew it on last, by hand, after everything else is finished. It looks nice, but I don't know how sturdy it will be. (I know myself, and I am prone to cram everything but the kitchen sink in a pocket, sometimes with no regard as to whether it will fit.) I'm thinking I may buttonhole around the outside edge for some added stability—or maybe a row of cross stitches, bracketed by backstitching. (Not my original idea; it came from someone on the Hand Embroidery list.)

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And here's a closeup of the pocket. Stitching is done with DMC floss, and the little pockets are plant-dyed wool felt—I forget just where I bought it, but it was one of the sites that cater to Waldorf schoolers. The buttons came from The Stash.

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Friday, 28 March 2008

Emma's Birthday Dresses, Finished!

Here's her sundress—it's a dotted swiss-type fabric, light and airy (and ravel-y!); the lace on the hem is from my stash (perhaps vintage? I don't remember where I got it . . . but it might be). It's hard to see in the picture, but the hem is wavy. It's a Farbenmix pattern, Sasha, one of those you  have to trace off a master sheet and add seam allowances (but it is in English). I bought it from Sewzanne's, and I highly recommend them—excellent service and quick shipping, which is good for those of us who value instant gratification . . .
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And here's the smock: I loved working with this fabric! It's so smooth and silky, the way really nice cotton is . . . but I have no idea where I got it! I bought it last year sometime and stashed it away for the proper thing.
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It doesn't show in the photo, but the neck is buttonhole stitched with orange pearl cotton, just because I wanted to. Here's a closeup of the pocket:
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The pattern is from this book— Girlystylewardrobe

I bought it on eBay from someone in Japan (along with one of embroidery, over which I am still drooling); it's another of those with a master pattern sheet from which you must pick out the pieces of your particular thing, in your particular size, and trace them off. (I use a roll of soil separator, which is used in laying sewer pipe; at less than $20 for a 300 foot roll, it's a bargain. I'll probably never have to buy another roll.) It was an interesting experience, since all the pattern notations, etc. are in Japanese. So are the instructions, but it's an easy dress and I've been sewing since I was 13, so that wasn't a big deal.

Also in her birthday box (mailing tomorrow) are these books:
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I'd intended to buy only one, but . . .

Thursday, 13 March 2008

The Lion Queen

The lion costume is finished! And on its way, and all the tiny bits of fleece and thread and yarn are safely tucked away in the vacuum cleaner . . .

Here's the back. The front looks just the same, only with no tail . . .
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And there are spats to cover her shoes, and mitts for her hands . . .

Lionbooteesandmitts And a headpiece, complete with mane . . .

Lionheaddressfront Lionheaddressback And a matching costume for Bella . . .

Bellaslioncostume Whew! I'll tell you one things—I am so, so very tired of sewing on pieces of yarn . . . but I do think it came out pretty well.

Now, on to the next project—Emma's birthday is April 1, and I am planning to make her a couple of summer dresses as her gift (plus the requisite book, of course; all grandchildren—and pretty much everyone else too—get books at every possible opportunity), and I have four pretty pieces of material to choose from, as well as a couple of new patterns—one Farbenmix, a sundress with a tiered twirly skirt; and one Japanese one, a pretty little smock with shoulder ruffles and a square yoke.

And I'm going to make myself a wool felt folder to hold my needlebook, embroidery scissors, and so on (from this pattern, only I think I'm going to choose fall colors, since that's what I have on hand), so I shall cut out all the pieces and choose the floss this evening, and then I'll have something to work on in the evenings. I don't really see well enough to do a lot of machine sewing at night—unless, of course, it's something imperative (see above). . .

Wednesday, 12 March 2008

Now It Can Be Shown

DaylightsavingstimepinThis is my piece for the Daylight Savings Time Swap hosted (hostessed?) by Kai. The face is polymer clay (I confess, I bought it on Ebay), and the backing is a sheer embroidered rosette backed with wool felt and embellished with seed beads, wood rounds, and those 'stone' beads that used to be popular about twenty years ago.

And, not to blow mine own horn, but toot! toot! it was chosen as Best Interpretation of Theme!

Best of all, though, I really enjoyed working on it. A pleasant change from costumes and things that have to be done . . .

A good swap . . . and if you see this, Kai, send me another Flickr invitation, please, to Kirbanita2007—the first one didn't work, and I can't see what everyone else did!

Thursday, 28 February 2008

I Forgot . . .

Miss Bella's dress, to match Eliza's—

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Wednesday, 27 February 2008

Ta-Daa! I Am Victorious!

over my own stupidity, that is . . . This past weekend (and the early part of this week), I decided to make Eliza a spring dress. I had this pattern, and I thought B would be nice (actually, I wanted to make C, the jumpsuit, but I haven't had a chance to measure her in a couple of months and I was afraid I'd make the torso too short). Pattern

Anyway, I dug into The Stash and found this fabric and this lace—the fabric is the vintage polyester I mentioned earlier (John's mother gave it to me; she'd bought it to make a dress some years ago and never did, and she doesn't sew any more.), and the lace is some that came from Mom last time we were over there. (That would be the time I brought back two good-sized bags of lace oddments, mostly needing to be sorted out and wrapped around something. I spent a couple of days last week doing that, except for a box of eyelet. I was tired of untangling things, so I just sort of folded it up and stuck it in a plastic shoebox, to be dealt with someday when I'm suffering from terminal boredom.) I have no idea how old it is either, but it isn't recent.Lace1a

Unfortunately, when I was cutting the dress out, I had an attack of Teh Stupids, or something . . . now, Eliza is a good five inches taller than the pattern specifies for her size, so I always have to lengthen everything. . . but did I lengthen this? Of course not. And, if you take into account the fact that the dress illustration shows it above the knee, it would have been just below her butt. Not acceptable at all. It was a big piece of polyester; I could have just cut out another dress, but then I'd have wasted the first set of pieces. (Just so you know, I have only just now, after sewing for nearly forty-five years, become able to throw away all the little tiny scraps left when cutting out something . . . ) So I poked around in The Stash some more, and found this—gauze that I bought a couple of years ago to make myself a tunic top and [obviously] never did, and some more lace from Mom—and made a skirt to go under the dress-which-is-now-a-tunic.  (No pattern; I just cut it to an appropriate length, sewed a casing on one end and the lace on the other.)Lace2a_2

Here's the finished tunic— Finishedtop

and here's a closeup of the embroidery I did over the lace on the front seams (nothing more elaborate than buttomhole stitch along the bound edge and french knots in the center of the wheels, but I think it works well)Embroiderycloseup

and here's the whole thing. I thought I'd never finish it, but I'm happy with the way it turned out. Now I just hope it fits . . .   Finishedoutfit

Thursday, 21 February 2008

Of a Cat and a Pig

Here are a couple of bad pictures of Riley's pig (fleece and a pattern from Carol's Zoo):

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And here is the reason for these bad pictures: Ocieandrileyspig

It's so good to have lots of help!

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