I am now officially invigorated by fall, or at least the approach to it. The weather here has been paradise–seventies all week with balmy breezes–and I survived another birthday, so all is well with the world. And I’m finishing up my two current crochet projects (the monster shawl in Blackstone Tweed and the Suncatcher in Hawthorne) and getting ready to dive into the dozens of projects I started and then lost interest in or just lost. Also have a new idea that might solve my white board problem. And I got two full year calendars, one for house projects and one for writing. And I put up the last of my wall organizers in my living room that is now my office. I am on fire, I tell you. Plus Nita. Argh.
What did you do this week?
Yes, I’m working. Three guesses on what. “Writing is hard,” she whined. Also crocheting for sanity and about to tackle a stack of dishes so high the dogs are afraid to go into the kitchen. But mostly, it’s That Damn Book. Trying not to think about all the commemorative things that will drop tomorrow. Honestly, the hardest thing I’m working on now is optimism. But I can do. WE can do it.
Whatcha working on, Arghers?
I crocheted by battery-powered lantern last night because we had a five hour power outage and I couldn’t get into Dropbox to get my work. I also couldn’t find my phone to take a picture of the crochet it was too dark too see. It was Hell, I’m telling you. Fortunately Margaret asked to see the old digital collage of Nita so I’ll show you that instead:
I knew I was feeling better when I started to crochet again; I’m almost done with the ginormous Secret Paths I started in July, done in Aran wool because who doesn’t want to work with heavy wool in a heat wave? Then Krissie told me about the Gypsy Wife Quilt and I want to make that, so now I just have to decide if I want to start quilting again or do it in crochet. And then she sent me pictures of the Bookcase Quilt, which has titles embroidered on strips of fabric to look like book spines. She’s going to make one with all her titles–that’s gonna be a task, over 100 books–but mine would go faster because I’ve only written twenty. And I’d definitely do that as a quilt. Plus I have to turn her walking thing into a [deleted] caravan. So I’m good on crafts, even before I get to hanging all the storage stuff in my kitchen.
What are you up to?
I’m working on not getting caught up in the insanity that is the Fourth of July. in the US. I have food and drink and a quiet place to hunker down in (until. the fireworks start) and a lot to do here including more house cleaning although the place is much, much better since I hauled a massive amount of trash and recycling to the curb (and thank you Krissie. for coming to visit and spurring me on and for not mentioning the mess) and then, of course, there’s Nita. And Krissie made me go to JoAnns where I bought. patterns, so there’s that, plus modpodging a bulletin board and hanging racks in the kitchen and reorganizing this blog. BIG plans.
How about. you?
So you may have noticed that most of the blog disappeared. It’s actually still here, it’s just all in draft form now. There was so much miscellaneous stuff on here, much of it interesting-in-the-moment and then not so much, and all of it needing organized and tagged and linked. So I put it all back into draft form with the idea of slowly cleaning it up and putting only some of it back. A cleaner, better organized archive, if you will. If there’s anything you particularly want. to see reinstated, let me know, but since I highly doubt anybody spends much time reading blog posts from 2005, I’m assuming most of you don’t care.
So how did you work this week?
I was thinking the other day, “I’d like some Chop Suey like Mom used to make. Except, you know, good.” Jo did not shine in the kitchen. Her recipes are not recipes anybody would greet with delight. Although in my family’s defense, my cousin Russ who used to be the food editor at the LA Times, says one of the paper’s most requested recipes was Grandma Smith’s cranberry sauce, which always boggles my mind because my memories of Grandma Smith are of her eating raw hamburger and missing part of her thumb which had come off in a basement door incident.
Where was I? Right, food my mama used to make.
We have a thing for bats here.
My first real run-in with a bat was when Mollie was about seven or eight. The room at the top of the stairs was hers and I had the bedroom at the bottom of the stairs (very small house), and in the middle of the night, I heard this godawful scream, and the very few maternal instincts I have propelled me out of bed to the bottom of the stairs where I caught her as she flung herself down them.
“There’s a bat in my room!” she screamed. “It’s caught in the fan and it’s flapping!”
“No, honey, it’s just a piece of paper,” I said, patting her, and then the bat flew down the stairs. Continue reading
So Krissie came to stay the week and it was wonderful and then yesterday we had her party. This time we got a fabulous cake from the fancy bakery at Krogers, a gorgeous sponge cake with cream and fruit filling, iced on the side with cream and white chocolate shavings and topped with glazed and sugared fruit. It truly was a work of art and I meant to take a picture, but then we ate it.
HOWEVER, I did take pictures of the purse I made for Krissie, the Krissie Multiple Pursonality Order Bag, so called because it sorts out all of Krissie’s personalities: The Writer, the Reader, the Quilter, the Snacker, and the Wife-Daughter-Mother Personal Life . . . Person. Whatever.
I started with this sketch . . . Continue reading
You know, you could do this. Believe me, it wasn’t hard.
The graph from the pig (see below) was one square to one inch, and most suitcases are standard sizes, so it would probably be in proportion to your suitcase, although if you have pockets on the outside of the case, you may have to get creative and put the face on the upper pocket and the dress on the lower one.
If your case is light-colored, used a soft pencil to sketch in the outline; if it’s dark, get a white pencil. The best way to transfer a graph drawing is to first draw the graph squares on the thing you’re transferring the drawing to, which in this case would give you a checkerboard background which could be kind of snappy. Once the graph is on–one inch squares–then you match the lines on the graph drawing to the lines on the suitcase. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to vaguely resemble a pig. And this drawing is so simple, it’s mostly squashy circles anyway: