Through The Snowy Wood

Through the Snowy Wood we travelled.

To the sea we sailed, through thick snowy, flakes.

The sea was rough and vocal. Sweet and salted.

Rarely calm, yet soothing all the same.

The night hooted and howled, warning us,

"Do not sleep too deeply, for I am always here."

Back to town we creeped, engulfed in winter-white airy flakes.

Here the earth is deeply wet, without the charm of a downy winter suit...

Miss February P. Snow

Snow. Like rain, but more sweet and soft spoken.

More Curtain Love

Here are some close ups of the screen printed curtains I made. I found the white canvas curtains at Goodwill. They were all different sizes, but in great shape. It was easy to screen print on the fabric, just took a little more elbow grease.

I tea dyed the fabric and because they were different lengths, I added a bit of fabric at the bottom. I thought of keeping it even, but I am okay with the funky lengths. Really. Plus, remember? I like projects over and done with in one fell swoop. I like them. At night, the color makes them appear illuminated from the street. It is a perk.

I took the class here. It was great.

Recent Work

Past. Present. Future.

These were completed just before Christmas. Watercolor paper with various mediums.

New Night Light

I was trying to make a hanging lamp for my room. For as much as I love this kooky little house, it comes with very few heating vents and even fewer electrical outlets. The hanging portion of the project DID NOT WORK out. But not for lack of trying, that's for sure.

And even though I LOVE this colander, I think it looks kind of cool as a night light. I put it on the shoe rack by the door for those late night arrivals. It is cute, no?

You Are Sweet

I had the privilege of spending Saint Valentine's Day with some seven year old lovelies. They were exchanging sweet Valentine notes written in their newly learned writing. So sweet. There is something about seven year olds. They aren't quite babies, they are rough and tumbly, but they still smell like strawberries and have tender little hearts.

So, I spent the afternoon in this dialogue:

Seven year old strawberry: "What does this say?"

Me: "It says, "You are sweet.""

Seven year old strawberry: "What does this say?"

Me: "It says, "You are funny.""

Seven year old strawberry: "What does this say?"

Me: "It says, "You are caring.""

You get the picture. It went on like this for 45 minutes. The best one?

Written on a rock: You are cuckoo in the best possible way!

How lucky am I! You should be so lucky. Heehee.

California Dreaming

I see the green shoots emerging from the cold and frigid earth, but it doesn't mean spring is here. I know there are many more foggy, cold and damp mornings to come before I awake at daybreak to clear, clean sunshine. So, here I sit, tucked under a downy coverlet, dreaming of California.

In February.

Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
by Walt Whitman
(1819-1892)

Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.

Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe,
Return in peace to the ocean my love,
I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated,
Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
Be not impatient--a little space--know you I salute the air, the
ocean and the land,
Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love.

Catching Up

Overlooking The Getty at Sunrise

Pretty, pretty light

And what do ya know?

This is what the sky looked like this week.

In Portland!

Yeehee.

Corners

Everything is shifting, even in the corners of the house. Sad winter plants are perking up at the least bit of sun's rays. The creamer holds Creeping Thyme that has over-wintered quite nicely. Woke to fog, but hope the sun makes an appearance.

Heavy Sigh

Some days feel like one big heavy sigh. Today is a Sigh Day. As was yesterday and the day before. Maybe tomorrow will be a Yippee! Day...

Finished Curtains

What do you think?