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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.)

Monday, 24 March 2008

In Which GranJohn is Attacked by Ferocious Beasts

This was Emma's other project on Saturday—the bed was a boat and the floor was the ocean (you remember that, don't you?). Since the bed was full of Brian/Lara/Emma and a cat or two, GranJohn was forced to remain in the ocean, where he was attacked by a seagoing rhinocerous and a pair of saltwater crocodiles.

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I'm afraid I was of no help whatsoever; I just sat in my chair and laughed. Eventually we managed to divert the Beast Child's attention with a box of Mardi Gras beads, saved for just such an occasion.

And I see that she was still wearing some of them on Easter morning . . .
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Saturday's Main Event

. . . feeding Valentine, of course!

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On the lap is better, under the watchful eye of William—it looks as if she's nibbling on Uncle William's ear, doesn't it?Feeding_valentine3

This is one of the reasons we always wear old clothes in the goat lot. (The other is that Jesse has a tendency to chew holes in the back of one's shirt while one's attention is elsewhere.)Feeding_valentine4

Goat treats for Uncle William. Frank was eating, too, but he wandered off; everyone else circled around like vultures, but declined to descend and eat. Maybe next time.Feeding_william2

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

Words from Eliza

Overheard by Karolyn the other day:

"My grandma has a sheep, and his name is William. He won't eat off the ground. You have to feed him from your hand. He's spoiled!"

(Insert dramatic inflections and hand gestures as you wish!)

I have no idea who she was talking to, but apparently she thought it would be hard to top a spoiled sheep named William. . .

Friday, 01 February 2008

I Wanna Be A Cowgirl

Here she is . . . with baby doll in tow. It's a bit long, but I think it looks good. The hat I'm pretty sure must have been Lara's, since Tweetsie Railroad is no longer in operation.

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And here we are preparing to ride off into the sunset in the infamous purple coat—first made for Eliza two (? I think) years ago, and now passed on to Emma: Cowgirl_three

It may very well be the single most tacky thing I've ever made, but they both love it!

Sunday, 27 January 2008

Finished!

ElizasclowncostumeEliza's clown costume, that is . . . let us hope that it fits! I had to lengthen it, of course, because she's 4'2" (at 6 years old!), which is several inches taller than the pattern size she's wearing—I added a couple of inches to the body and a couple to the legs. I know her legs are longer, but I can't remember whether her torso is or not . . . but it's a clown suit. Baggy will be fine, I think.

And, as you can see, I had that all-important assistance from Kali:
Kalisewingcat

Really, it's a wonder I ever finish anything. And now to concoct an accompanying clown costume for Bella (the doll, that is; Bella the goat will have to do without).

Saturday, 05 January 2008

Christmas (and Birthday): Eliza

Eliza displays her new nightgown—she was a lot more enthused than either Riley or Emma, but she likes clothes better than either . . . The stack of books were for her, too, since she's learned to read now. And she has a new haircut, and a permanent tooth coming in. Elizaxmas071

From us: an 18" doll in a gold lamé cheerleader's outfit, and complete with case and clothes, coat hangers, shoes . . . all the good stuff. (Technically, this was her birthday gift—on the 26th—but since her Christmas gift was a floor easel too large to take out of the box until they got it home, we let her open her birthday gift too. Besides, I wanted to see how she liked it.)
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I'd say Bella was a hit. (She named her doll after feeding the goats—Bella is probably one of the few dolls in existence to be named after a goat.)Elizaxmas073

Trying on Bella's nightgown—I wanted to make a matching one, but didn't have quite enough fabric.Elizaxmas074

Bell bottoms and a peasant top. She also has a pink corduroy jumper with black polka dots and a black turtleneck. Elizaxmas075

I'm not sure who had a better time with this gift: Eliza receiving it or me making the clothes!

Christmas: Riley

We got Riley a pounding bench, which he thoroughly enjoyed. (And we don't have to listen to him pounding, either . . . heh.)

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Oh, boy! Noise! Lots of noise! Rileyxmas072_2

Look, Dad!  You can make noise too!Rileyxmas074

(He got pajamas, too, but they didn't make any noise and he wasn't interested. . . )

Christmas: Emma

Now that I am finally functional again (well, as much as I ever am), here are much-belated Christmas pictures.

Emma feeding the baby doll we gave her—it's by Corolle, it's 12" long and weighted and smells of vanilla (much less so since I removed it from the package a couple of weeks beforehand), and she loves it. I made a bassinet (that oval thing in the bottom of the picture) with a pillow and blanket, and a small crocheted blanket, and a couple of changes of clothing, and threw in one of those bottles that contains 'milk' which disappears as you tilt the bottle.

Note also the red cowboy boots from Santa. With silver tips, no less. I believe I have some black/turquoise/red cowboy sort of fabric somewhere . . .

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It doesn't show much, but her sweater has a sequined cat in the hat on the front. (Not from us, but it's cute.)Emmaxmas2

The leg on the bed belongs to Brian, who attempted to disassociate himself from the present-opening so he could nap. It didn't work.Emmaxmas3

Lara reads her  other gift from us: a copy of Jan Brett's new book, The Three Snow Bears.  It's lovely: all sorts of atctic animals in parkas and mittens, and the three bears are polars who live in an igloo. (I wanted to keep it, but I was adult and gave it to her anyway.)Emmaxmas4

Monday, 17 December 2007

Emma Meets Santa

Emma_and_santaThey went up to Old Salem and saw this wonderful incarnation of the old gentleman there.

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

Nurture Over Nature

Lara sent me this email last night:

We had black beans and rice for supper tonight, and midway through, Emma held up a black bean and said "This looks like animal poop at  Banana's house!"

This is proof of the triumph of Nurture over Nature—she's one of us, all right, in spite of having been born somewhere else.

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