Thursday, January 31, 2013
daughter is due March 7th. She is the daughter born to the son my daughter surrendered for adoption when she was 16. Phew - that's a mouthful. Thanks to his fabulous adoptive parents, we've been able to participate in his life for the last five years. Christina and Alexia are flying back in April to meet the new baby - grandma and aunt.
Yarn Barn. It's been an uphill battle for me, by far the most complex thing I've woven. It's really wide and that's a new set of problems - reaching and proofing out of sight danglers. It's really fiddly - I hope I like it when it's done because I don't like it right now.
And news on the substitute school librarian front. I got a call late last week from Shiree, the program coordinator. She said she was ready to train me on the new catalog and also have me sub for a day. It turned out that I and another sub worked at a high school on Tuesday while their staff trained school librarians on the new catalog. It was so much fun. Most subbing will be in the elementary grades since they have one staff person per library - I'm good with that. Lemony Snicket, here I come.
As for the books I've recently read and liked:
Round House, by Louise Erdrich
My Mother was Nuts, by Penny Marshall
Blue Latitudes: Boldly going where Captain Cook as never gone before, by Tony Horwitz
Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn
The Sense of an Ending, by Julian Barnes
Shadow of the Silk Road, by Colin Thubron
Friday, January 25, 2013
The road can be a little slick in spots and I have slipped a couple of times but its' really not too bad as long as I bundle up good. It's good to get out of the house.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
day, I stopped in to see Rae who is in charge of the one the Olympic events at the Conference of Northern California Handweavers next spring. The conference in in Squaw Valley and the theme is "Let the Games Begin." Rae is in charge of shot put. She has created three shot puts by encapsulating 3 pounds of BBs into these fiber forms.
The third rug is from pinks I cut and sewed together in an organized random order, thanks to a gift from Benita, a friend who no longer was making dolls and doll clothes and sent me her fabrics. I had no idea pinks would make such a sweet rug.
I picked up a book "Weaving Contemporary Rag Rugs" from the library today. Browsing through it quickly, I'm taken by the group of Europeans whose traditions we draw from. It's like a Germanic swath, from Croatia upward through Finland. I want to know more.
It's truly beautiful if you don't have to go anywhere.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Jimmy Beans to buy a piece of fabric. This is Gus. He retired, started making quilts six years ago, began going to trade shows, took a quilting class from Kaffe Fassett and decided it was time to go back to work. He knows fabric. That's one of his quilts on the wall and some of the fabrics he dyed.
Schoolhouse Tunic pattern from Sew Liberated. I got to visit with some friends there - it was fun. Amy asked me recently if I was still sewing and I said no. How quickly things change.
Oh and while I was there, Terry asked me if I might be interested in teaching a two-hour rigid heddle workshop. They now carry the Schacht Cricket Loom. and would like to offer some instruction to help knitters transition into weaving. I'm not sure what can be communicated in two hours but I'm looking forward to exploring the options. It will be fun.
Monday, January 14, 2013
facturers waste, the part of the sock attached to the sock loom and then cut off. They've found a use among weavers and other crafters.
I sorted through the box of yarns, then separated and bagged the yarns by color and returned the box to the garage. I have selected these for my first sweater. I'm sure there have to be five more sweaters of yarn in the box. I've decided to go mild on the first one but to use everything, I'm going to have to go wild.
pointed at the brevity of our "walk." They had been dancing all around me because it's been two weeks at least since I've walked them. That's how long it's been below freezing and some mornings, below zero.
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
this bolt in my hand but I didn't have a pattern or yardage. It's on sale for $4.50 a yard and I'm going back. There's a lot on sale right now but I've told myself - only buy what you'll sew. We'll see how that goes.
Theresa Davies and I have enough to make two more tunics.
Monday, January 07, 2013
Petey and Ian have been friends since junior college. The roots of the New Years tradition run deep.
A proud Ian with both his sons.
Ian with Niece Alison and Sister-in-law Rochelle. Ian has known Rochelle since she was 13. Deep roots.
After dinner it was hot-tub time, always a hit with Alexia.
New Years Day we piled into two cars and drove an hour and a half across Orange County to Gardena to celebrate Japanese New Years at the Inouye's house. Gardena is where Ian and Rochelle went to high school with the five Inouye brothers. This tradition dates back to then but now the gathering is generational. Zach with the chopsticks is the son of Minihiro, Ian's brother's college roommate. The roots run deep.
This is actually the sashimi. Most of the sushi is on two tables in the living room. The tuna which is on the corner of the table went really fast and you can see the tako is almost gone. There was so much to eat, and I did my best. The sushi there under the foil has spam in the center. Mini's children are half Hawaiian so his daughter Kikuye always makes spam sushi. It's an acquired taste but it's tradition and I always eat it.
And the moment we anticipate - the tempura. Omar and Don get it kicked off. I've known Omar for 15 years. He's a friend of Don's son, and is so serious about this role that he had his wife drop him off in the morning so he could get the shrimp deveined in advance. There is another anticipated tradition - the saki toast to past, present future. Ian and I ducked out early. I drove down and he was the return driver but his eyes were tired so I didn't want to drink in case I needed to drive. I *hate* driving on LA freeways and want to be a sober mind when I do.
Every year I think that this was the best New Years ever, and then it gets upstaged by the next year. We came home with full hearts.