Can be fit to any size from 8 to 16! I'm about a size 8 but I haven't had a 20 inch waist since I was 14 years old. I think yesterdays size 8 is today's size 2.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Here is a shot of my ironing board, covered with my bags of colored roving. My blogging friend Maggi sent me some suggestions at my request so I shall be trying them out. Also I bought the Quilting Arts In Stitches emagazine and there is a good article in it by Jane LaFazio with video showing how she needle felts her pieces on her machine. Maggi suggested I try putting a piece of organdy under the needles to see what kind of texture they provide after felting. Oh Yeah! Very cool, they turn into little caterpillar like bits. Fun! Okay, gotta go, I have a play date in the studio!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Here is the same piece after the felting process is finished. I am intending to cut this up and use bits and pieces in other dooleybobbers. I needed some hand made felt as opposed to the commercial craft felt.
I hope you are all safe and snug in your cozy homes.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
It is my cousin Karen's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN!! When you going to come out and see me? It is also Audrey's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY!! I hope you both had good days. I did. I hope you all
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Before I show you the dooleybobber I want to show you my table top. As you may be able to tell, I have been working on various projects. You can see bead work, card making, CD burning, my S&B project with chip boards, the dooleybobber, book making. Blank books, not the other kind of book making where you need a bookie, heheh.
Dooleybobber #11 or She Loved the Moon
On my walk one day I realized the turquoise beads I had would look good as a necklace.
Like any true Oregonian, I love this season of rain. I also love the sun of course, but these warm rainy winter days are a part of my soul and I enjoy going out for wet walks with the dogs, then coming back to a cozy wood stove and a cup of steaming hot coffee. Yes, I am a coffee drinker, not a tea drinker! I'll pick Starbucks over the tea shop any day. Not that I have occasion to go to either very often. Sometimes I have herbal tea at night or maybe just a cup of hot water. I drink more hot water than tea but there is no drink quite as satisfying to me as a good strong cup of hot coffee. A bit of cream, please!
I think we have skated past the flood waters this time around so I will sleep better tonight. I hope you will all
Saturday, January 15, 2011
I use Picasa, a free photo program from Google, to play with my photos. They are easily transferred to my blog.
Pear with Leaves
This one is not even adjusted, it is frost on my window. It doesn't need anything to make it more interesting.
This photo has nothing to do with anything, but I thought it was very hilarious. Not that incontinence is hilarious, but pairing it up there on the sign in the grocery store struck me as very funny. Maybe persons suffering from incontinence read and write a lot?
It is raining here and we are under flood watch again. Good day to stay inside and work in the studio. I got the Tallest Man on Earth CD today so I shall listen to that and play. Hope you all are also able to spend time with your art.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
So instead of 10 people at the class, there were only 4 of us, counting me. That was fine though, really. For my very first teaching gig, 3 students were plenty. April generously allowed us to have the class in her house (Thanks, April!) and we had plenty of room on her big table. She also put out snacks, and one of the other students, Charlene also brought some banana bread. Good snacks! Thanks!
What does the above photo have to do with a journal making class you might ask? I'm just showing you what we woke up to on the morning of the class. Snow! It probably doesn't look like much to you people who are used to snow but around here, things grind to a halt when it arrives. Practically, anyway.
We all intend to do more work on them at home, I'll show you mine later after I finish embellishing it. For now it looks pretty boring. I think everyone is jazzed about the possibilities of these simple books. Easy to make as gifts or for yourself. I'll show some books I have made in another post, some of them I have posted before.
Thanks to April for hosting, Cathy for coming the longest way (clear from Portland!) and to Charlene for attending (and bringing snacks! don't forget about the snacks!). Maybe we will do it again after the weather is better so those people who had wanted to come can do so. Until then,
Friday, January 7, 2011
I love living here in the NW corner of Oregon. It does rain a lot, but I grew up here and so am used to it and I actually like it. Keeps things green. There are lots of deer around, we surprise them on our walks frequently.
It's quiet and peaceful here. Usually. My property borders the State Forest and for more than 30 years I have enjoyed that beautiful second growth forest as my seemingly private playground. It is called second growth as opposed to Old Growth because it has already been logged once and the forest now is what has grown back either naturally or been replanted. State forest is pretty much a tree farm these days. Now they replant immediately after harvesting the trees and it only takes about 40 years (only!) for a tree to grow big enough to be harvested. Things really grow here, it is essentially a temperate rain forest, you can't stop things from growing.
Approximately 40 year old trees.
So I always knew that some day they would be coming with their saws to cut down "my" forest. The day has arrived. This week began with men in hard hats cruising through the woods, putting up stakes marking the boundary between my land and the state forest. On Wednesday the men with the saws showed up. All day long I hear the buzz of the saws and the "plonk, plonk, plonk" of the wedges being driven into the cuts, soon followed by the sound of the last sigh of the tree as it leans over, branches swishing through the air, finally hitting the ground with a loud reverberating crash. I hate that sound.
I am thankful that for now, they are only thinning this section of the forest. I am thankful that I have a strip of land between me and the state forest so I don't have to see the trees coming down. 200 feet doesn't sound like much but it is enough. Otherwise, the photo below shows what I would be seeing when I look out my front window.
We all use products from the forest, either in lumber or paper products. At my house we recycle as much as possible and we reuse lumber until it is too rotted to be of use and then sometimes I carry it back into the forest and lay it down in my paths to help keep my feet out of the mud and let it finish rotting there.
We can get a permit to go into the logged over areas and collect firewood from the leavings for heating our house. The waste in the forest is unbelievable. The pile of wood the men are cutting on above is what they leave. There is twice that still on the ground scattered about. Well, it can rot and furnish nutrients for the next trees that will grow there. I don't have to be happy about it though. I heard a story the other day about a researcher who unknowingly cut down the oldest living organism in the world. A tree, I think it was a bristle cone pine, that was over 4000 years old. 4000 years old! I cried when I heard that. That poor tree, standing there for so long, only to be cut down so a researcher could count the rings. It makes me sick. Well, there are worse things in this world, but I'd rather not think about those things.
We collect a lot of firewood to heat the house and the studio. I don't call my BF Chain Saw Man for nothing!
That saw in his hands is not one he uses. He collects them too and that is one from his collection. Weird, huh.
I feel better, getting all that off my chest. I'm not looking for sympathy here, just keeping you all abreast of what's going on in my life. Tomorrow is my journal making class so maybe my next post will be about that. Until then,