Monday, February 28, 2011
Warped
After hours of study, trial and error, I finally got the little loom warped. It involved several battles with tangled piles of string and/or yarn on the floor, and memories of my mom and dad concentrating hard on warping her large, four (I think) harness loom. I learned a lot about what I don't know about. And because of that the weaving is wonky. But I'm telling myself "this is how we learn."
Friday, February 18, 2011
Quote from The Friendly Persuasion

Forced to rest my arms and hands. My shoulder joints are crying from I'm not sure what. Hunching them up too much in the cold weather? Too much knitting? Too much gazing at the computer screen and/or typing? Fibromyalgia? Even reading can make my body hurt. Hard to find a balance between rest and activity.
This 1940's Quaker quote from The Friendly Persuasion by Jessamyn West, made me smile:
"Spring's a various season ... no two years the same: comes in with rains, mud deep enough to swallow horse and rider; comes in cold, snow falling so fast it weaves a web; comes in with a warm wind blowing about thy ears and bringing a smell of something flowering, not here, but southaways, across the Ohio, maybe in Kentucky. Nothing here now but a smell of melting snow - which is no smell at all but a kind of prickle in the nose like a bygone sneeze. Comes in so various, winter put by and always so welcome."
For me, the bright clear song of a cardinal in the very tip-top of a bare tree on a Februrary morning says winter is about to move on.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Rabbit Art
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Black Bird
Arthitis Tx
Friday, February 4, 2011
Ready Art Journal
First I made a cover out of previously crafted fabric paper. Then I added some stamps and a woven pocket for some tidbits, along with a title page made of elephant dung. Then I tore, painted, stamped and glued to some pages and sewed the whole thing together with a string and a button around it. Now it is waiting for the story. What story shall I tell it?
Junco
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