Thursday, January 29, 2015

a little bit of :: these days

these days

:: the cold has been lingering, but also going away at the same time

:: Lukas was moved to a new job.  It just so happens to be at the Giant's stadium.  

:: mid-week dinner out with Sam was just what was needed.  Some day I'll get past the Reuben.

:: I'm planning projects in my head... sewing for coming babies, a yard that is over run with weeds, maybe a little something for our 5th anniversary coming up in May.

:: almost done reading The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer.  When I first picked it up I couldn't get past the first few pages, but now I'm hooked.  Looking forward to some science fiction next.

:: this morning marks two days in a row of doing yoga.  The deep breathing is calming and it feels awesome to get moving.  When the voice of the video instructor began to end the session I was surprised - 30 minutes is up already?  I guess that's a good sign.  Craving to be done with this cold and back in the hot yoga studio.  

:: almost finished with all the episodes of The Shield.  I don't think we'll quite get through all 7 seasons by the end of January, but we certainly made a huge dent in just one month.

:: looking forward to watching football with friends this weekend and tackling that aforementioned yard

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

making :: big wheel

big wheel
It was red and yellow and blue, with big black plastic wheels that made a memorable sound when dragged across the nubby cement sidewalk.  I sat in the early morning lamp-light dark remembering growing up with my "little" brother in the first house we lived in.  I can recall just how the orange shag carpet felt and smelled and, disgustingly, how it tasted.  The big trees out back became forts and the park next door was any kid's dream come true.  

I pulled out my crafting bin from the second bedroom and dug out just the papers I needed.  I had fun with the exacto knife - though my skills are on the rougher side of polished.  A little stamping finished off the front of the card and I filled the rest with gushy text and memories.  

Happy Birthday, Matt!

Thursday, January 15, 2015

ice parfait {mosaic challenge}

ice parfait::mosaic contest

After I made my first mosaic for Rachel's mosaic challenge I kept coming back to the theme of the contest - ice parfait.  I'm not sure about anyone else, but whenever I hear the word 'parfait' I can't but help think about the scene from Shrek where Shrek and Donkey are discussing how ogres have layers.
Shrek: [peels an onion] NO! Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers... You get it? We both have layers. 
[walks off]
Donkey: Oh, you both have LAYERS. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions. CAKE! Everybody loves cake! Cakes have layers! 
Shrek: I don't care what everyone likes! Ogres are not like cakes. 
Donkey: You know what ELSE everybody likes? Parfaits! Have you ever met a person, you say, "Let's get some parfait," they say, "Hell no, I don't like no parfait."? Parfaits are delicious! 
Shrek: NO! You dense, irritating, miniature beast of burden! Ogres are like onions! End of story! Bye-bye! See ya later.
 And once I was thinking about layers I remembered being out on a chilly photography adventure with Lukas.  As the temperature kept dropping, I watched ice form across the puddles around us.  It formed in layers.  The ice grew in fractured lines and odd angles.  A few hints of fall color in dropped leaves got stuck in the ice along with grasses that lined the water.  The surface was frosty, but deeper the light stopped penetrating and things got almost black.  So I imagined 'ice parfait' like that - the colors and textures of ice forming across puddles. 


finding my words::ice {mosaic contest}

ice parfait::mosaic contest

Lately, I haven't been very creative.  Sure, in my head, I'm designing quilts and planning projects.  But in reality... when I get solid time to sit and create I just sit {and watch TV.  We're currently ploughing through The Shield}.  I want it to be different, but wanting isn't enough.  Maybe now that I've written it down I'll find my boot strings, pull myself up, and quit wallowing.  Maybe...

How about a little bit of creativeness with just a little bit of commitment?  A fabric mosaic challenge issued by Rachel at Stitched in Color.  Challenge accepted! A chance to play with fabric with some wintery inspiration.  And when inspiration starts to flow it's always good to roll with it.  So, instead of just seeing what I could come up with in fabrics, I thought about a story that would go along with the fabrics.  I gave myself just a few minutes to write and see what came.

Then I remembered that I like writing.  And I remembered that writing is also creative.  That it doesn't require anything more than a few moments at a time, if that's all I can give.  It doesn't make a mess that'll need to be cleaned up.

The fabric mosaic prompt was 'ice parfait'.  I immediately pictured the layers of colors and light caught in fractured bits through icicles.  Here is the little story that goes along with my fabric selections above...

It snowed for the first time of the season last night. Even in the dark, she could tell, the extra blanket covering the landscape outside quieted things. She slips on the rubber soled shearling slippers, the ones with the outlines of her toes permanently pressed into their soft and welcoming insides. On the porch the frost stands up on end as if the wood planks grew a buzz cut overnight. It crunches down in concentric half-moons as she walks to the edge and stops just above the steps. The sky beyond the eves isn’t black or blue or grey but a deep combination of the three that hints at sunrise to come. She knows the day will be mellow and slow. Below the railing hangs a tiny icicle that formed during the warmth of the day before and would be gone again by noon today. Its bumpy, glassy exterior is like an upside-down version of the drip sandcastles she’d made as a child. Thinking of the wet sand slowly running through her finger tips she brushes this cold approximation of the warm summer days. Her skin turns pink where she touched the ice and she can feel the same pink creeping into the tip of her nose where it’s so cold it feels hot. Turning back to the dark house, she can just make out the soft lump on the couch that is the queen of house cats tucked in the usual spot waiting for the clock to turn to 6am and the furnace to kick on. And then it does. The low rumble sound draws her in from outside. It promises of warmth and comfort.


Friday, January 9, 2015


This tree, and many others that line this road, is scheduled for removal tomorrow.  Each morning I walk past it on my way around the corner to the bus stop.  Right now, the branches are mostly bare and a few leaves remain scattered on the ground.  This fall though, the sun angle was just right to light the red, yellow, green leaves up as if on fire.  They danced in the morning breezes and shimmered.  And I smiled each time I turned the corner.  So big, so beautiful.  Yet, you can see, even here that the roots are doing their damage.  The city is replacing the trees removed with others but it won't be quite the same.  I'm glad, that even without knowing it would be the last fall with these trees, I took the moments in the morning to drink in their glory.  Tomorrow... goodbye.