Monday, May 22, 2017
It continues to be a mystery to me how the irises manage to fold all those petals up into such small buds. I have a couple of ill-informed theories on how they do it, but I prefer the mystery, I think.
And then they open and have their own faux fuzzy caterpillars to keep them company.
Friday, April 21, 2017
A couple of years ago I decided it might be nice to have geraniums growing on a window sill during the winter. Simply buying a couple of potted geraniums was entirely too easy, so I bought some seed. And then I got distracted by other things.
Early this spring, when I was desperately looking for reasons to get out of the house and spend a little time in the potting shed, I came across the seed packet. Two year old seed? What the heck - why not give it a go!
After several month of careful tending, I've ended up with eight plants in four, four inch pots. I was intrigued to see how early the leaf markings developed. And they already have that geranium smell, the cunnin' little things.
I notice now that one of my chickadee neighbors has thoughtfully planted a sunflower seed in one of the pots.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Sometimes my iPad finds its own subjects. I like this one of the cheerful orange against the calm wave-like grain of the wood bowl. The bowl was made from a tree on my parents' property.
Monday, February 20, 2017
This is one of my favorite moments in sewing: the place where one can take a deep breath before construction begins.
The pattern has been selected and altered. The fabric has been purchased, washed, and ironed. The layout recommended by the pattern company has been studied and possibly improved a little. The box of pins has been accidentally dropped on the floor, sworn at, retrieved, and reloaded. The contortions required to cut clean inside curves have been negotiated.
This stack of pieces begins to reveal the garment it will become. After a cup of coffee, I'll cut the notches and thread-mark the dots, squares, and other landmarks.
And when the signs are auspicious, I'll start sewing.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
The passage of about 150 years means that the ratchet and pawl on one of my old looms are not always on speaking terms. Thank goodness for Vise Grips (first patented in 1924.)
A good day is one on which the number of pairs of Vise Grips one owns is greater than or equal to the number of needs one has for them.
Today was a good day.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
The blackboard in my work room has accumulated a fine collection of...things. Some of these make sense now, and some surely made sense when I wrote them down. The random fractions are particularly opaque to me now, but I'm afraid if I erase them I'll need them.