Tuesday, October 31, 2006

hats and homes

I often wear hats. The other day, I put on a beret with the bit of nub at the top. C looked at me and said "Mom, you like an acorn." The girls always find some simile when I wear hats, I have one hat they call my baker hat (another beret but white and with pineapple crochet around the band).

A long but rather interesting quote from a book I am reading called 'Home' by Witold Rybczynski
"That most nineteenth-century revivals were creative instead of historical greatly facilitated innovation. Since form was not expected to follow function - only tradition, and that loosely - it was not difficult to introduce devices such as gasoliers or electric lamps into the home. Either they were fitted into familiar shapes - hence the gas or electric chandelier - or, if this was not possible, they were treated in a "traditional" manner. As it was not necessary to adhere strictly to historical precedents, this was not difficult. A bit of swag here, some encrusted flowers there, and the ventilating tube or the bathtub was readily incorporated into the overall decor of the room. It is easy to scoff at the way that the Victorians made new devices conform to old, nonmechanical tastes - that criticism is the staple of many books on industrial design. But it was precisely the absence of any perceived contradiction between tradition and innovation that accounted for the rapidity of change during this period. The ornate kerosene lamps, chandelier style gasoliers, and richly decorated ceiling fans that collectors prize so highly today are a reminder of how effortlessly - and frequently how gracefully - the new was combined with the old. Whatever new invention came along, however innovative it might be, the Victorians felt comfortably at home with it."


I think that perhaps today, an effort to do the reverse needs to be made. Today, too many people shed lifestyles and homes like snakes shedding their skins today. We need to change, there is no doubt however, so many have shed so much that their connection with the past is lost. We need to learn to effortlessly and gracefully combine the old with the new again - not necessarily because we need to practice accepting the new but in an effort to embrace the past and where we come from.

Monday, October 30, 2006

space



A great photograph is one that fully expresses what one feels, in the deepest sense, about what is being photographed. Ansel Adams

button mania and feeling a bit like Frankenstein

A button broach I made. I love buttons!!



I button mosaic picture frame I’ve made for my Mom for Christmas.



This is my second button bouquet. I really enjoy making them. This one is for my Mom for Christmas. Only for my Mom would I pull out this many cool buttons that I like...The previous bouquet had more flexible stems and I wrapped the stems in florist tape. However, this time I liked the way the stems looked plain. This time I twisted the wire more to create a more rigid stem. I like the stems both ways – the look is just different.










I finally tried my hand at an art doll and now I feel like Frankenstein – I am not sure I like her. Unlike Frankenstein, I don’t detest her. She just isn’t what I envisioned so I am having a hard time responding to her. Sometimes I like her and sometimes I don’t. Poor thin – it isn’t her fault she was created.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

canning season

This is an old poem from '02. A post from Debra's blog http://debrasotherthoughts.blogspot.com/ made me think of it. In her blog, Debra writes about taking out the trash and how the chore actually gives her the opportunity to see memories that dance in the lighted windows of her home. I don't know if it is clear but this poem is about the same things.

Canning Season (2/23/02)

February dawn,
the bushes rise out of wells in the snow,
each branch limned in frost.
The chatter of chickadees
bounces off my neighbor’s house;
the call of a cardinal cuts through
the vapor that hangs around us.

I stand, waiting for the dog
and listening to my daughter’s breath
through the nursery monitor.

With sudden clarity, I realize how brittle beauty is.

And I resolve to preserve the moment in a Mason jar
and save it for a steamy August night
sixteen years from now

On that night, I will open the jar,
pour the contents in a glass,
and mix it with lemon pulp, sugar, and spring water.
I will drink it while waiting on the porch
listening to the locusts and watching fireflies.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

I met some animals



Today we went to Eveland Farm’s pumpkin patch. We don’t do the Halloween thing at all but it is fun to get pumpkins and it is nice to visit a farm.

We visited this pumpkin patch earlier this fall when my parents were visiting and I photographed this horse then but it was on the other side of its pasture so I didn’t get a good look at it. Today it came close and I fell in love with the dear old thing...it seems so much like the skin horse from “The Velveteen Rabbit” tattered and torn but somehow completely loveable and huggable.




This poor ol’ billy goat was by himself but we all knew he was there as he was upwind of the whole farm. I could still smell him on us when we got home. Poor billies even the sociable friendly ones aren’t suitable for society.



This whether seemed to have a lot of character? We raised sheep on our farm growing up and sheep – well they have certain sayings about them for a reason but this one seems more goat-like. We had goats too – and those are animals with personality.



I think donkey’s are in the category of so homely they are adorable. I liked this shot in particular.



Finally, K was having a rough day so Dad went with C and I went with K which is why you see K today. I am particularly happy of the shot with her feathers in her hair. Last time we came and they found feathers and put them in her hair and she wouldn’t let me photograph them. Today she didn’t want me to shoot them either but I managed this shot.


Friday, October 27, 2006

settling

Settling

Sunlight flashes
off a crow’s shoulder
like moonlight in an owl’s eye.

He shrugs,
becoming nothing
more than a silhouette

The sun
will not warm
the wind that shakes
leaves from trees.

I am ready
for the clarity of snow.



not reflective of where I am emotionally - it is an old poem from 2002 - but I saw a crow and it is windy and I thought of it...I should say this is an old photo - from last winter...

Thursday, October 26, 2006

little teeny tiny purses



This is a little purse that I made myself last summer - it is just the right size for my credit card wallet...if I had a cell phone it would be great for a phone bag.

This little purse is a gift for my SIL. I am very pleased with it. I modified the above pattern slightly and the modifications worked out well...






A friend of mine saw the celtic knot purse wanted to buy some purses as gifts for the grand-daughters. This and that occured and I am making them as a gift for my friend to regift for the grands.

I am glad I am making them as a gift as I would feel guilty making money off them. I struggled in the making of them. For some reason the fabric had a mine of its own - I pulled out stitches in both of them - and I hate to rip seams - I avoid it at all costs. The orange one had more seam ripping than I've done in the past year. Then my sewing machine got balky and the clothe's line cord really was a bit too bulky. I feel bad that I struggled with them when the other two purses were so easy.

I love the fabric and the buttons I used on them though. I hope the grands like them.





Wednesday, October 25, 2006

random, random, random

When I was nine, my Mom started working nights. Previously, she had been a stay-at-home Mom. However, that was no longer practical and so Mom worked nights part-time as a nurse's aid so she could be home during the day and we would not have to go to daycare. Dad worked in town which was about two miles away so he would come home at lunch to check in on us. I am not sure how old I was when I took cooking and baking in 4-H. The only specific thing I remember learning was how to use the egg’s shell to separate an egg. As a result, I have never had an egg separator. I don’t know if it was immediately or a couple years down the road but it became my responsibility to make sure there was food for Dad at lunch. I remember pouring over the Betty Crocker cookbook to come up with something different to make. Dad never got a balanced lunch and I am amazed that my father wasn’t ever admitted to the hospital for severe heartburn. I was fond of making homemade fried onion rings for him. Other times, I made cheddar biscuits. Over the years, I developed a few specialties – two of which he was particularly fond: Extremely Spicy Beanie Weenies (I developed a knack for spicing them so they didn’t burn until after you swallowed) and Goulash.

I remember that the summer I lived in CA with my husband’s family, I would often make them goulash. I made it quite a bit when we were first married and then didn’t make it for years. Recently, I actually wrote down the ingredients and fine tuned it until I have a low heat version that my whole family will eat (it is easy to spice-up – just increase the amount of the warm spices to suit – when I was young I used to put raw serranos from the garden in it to).

Goulash

1 jar bbq sauce
1 can corn drained or half a bag frozen corn
1 can crushed tomatoes
1 small can tomato paste
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/8 cup vinegar
1/2-3/4 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp mustard powder
1 tsp onion powder
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1/4 tsp Spanish paprika
1 tbsp mustard seed
1 tbsp liquid smoke
1 pound browned ground beef
1 pound noodles

Mix first thirteen ingredients for sauce and warm in a large sauce pan. Add the browned beef let it simmer while the noodles are boiling. Serve over noodles.

Or do as I often do…put the sauce in the crock pot all day about an hour before serving add the ground beef. And when hubby calls to say he is coming home, boil the noodles and mix it all together.








Today, we ran to the store to get some medicine for K’s ears. She is working on her two year molars and is having a great deal of pain and last night we ran out of medicine for her. We’ve discovered that over the counter ear meds gives her a great deal of relief so after running it past the doctor it is our number one line of defense for her. After the store stop, we went to one of our favorite walking trails along Coon Creek off Egret. It was a fun walk until K decided stand up in her stroller while I wasn’t paying attention. I was trying to help C get something out of her sock and K knocked the stroller over. I know, I know, I should buckle her in...I just hate to cause she resents it and yells and then my ears resent it and I yell back.



Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing. Abraham Lincoln

cool article I found on using buttons:
http://www.seedsofknowledge.com/buttons.html

Monday, October 23, 2006

but perhaps

God gives us loneliness sometimes so that we realize our dependency.



I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the
landscape - the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it - the whole story doesn't show.
- Andrew Wyeth

pride and loneliness

This post is about loneliness really. But before I ramble on about loneliness. I have to say...I took an adult bible fellowship once that postulated that pride is at the root of all sin...and if you start looking at sin and how it plays out in ones life - I think there is a very strong argument for pride. Lucifer fell on account of his pride and his goal is to get us to follow his ways...that said - I think one of the tricks he uses is loneliness.

So far today I've been busy and productive. C has been difficult lately and yet I managed to keep my cool and not lose my temper with her (although I could perhaps be more tender to her - but that is a different can of worms altogether). We grocery shopped and the girls behaved reasonably well. There is a provincial beef stew simmering upstairs, an apple pie cooling, and a loaf of pineapple bread. There are clean dishes and folded laundry. There have been good emails today too. So, there is no reason for suddenly feeling isolated and alone. But I do. And somehow with the loneliness comes the feeling that none of it matters. I could just curl up in bed and hibernate for awhile.

As I hiked up and down the stairs organizing - I contemplated my unrest and realized just how deceptive loneliness is. We are never alone...God promises us that and it is often said that when we feel He is not there it is because we have our back turned to Him. And with that thought, came the realization that loneliness creates an inertia that is every bit as sinful as the attitudes and actions that come out of pride. And perhaps, if I cared to examine it, I would find that in my loneliness, there are seeds of pride.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

a bevy of bears

I found the pattern for these bears at my favorite thrift store and bought it without a second thought. My mom used to make these bears for us when I was a child. I don't think she has any of them anymore. So I thought I would make some for my girls. The two flannel bears are from receiving blankets my Mom made for the girls when they were newborns. My girls loved to be swaddled (both were swaddled past their first birthday!!) and Mom would make these huge flannel or seersucker blankets to use.

The dark grey bears are made from my Grandpa M's old pea coat. When he died, I asked Mom to get some of his clothes for me. I intended to pay an exorbitant amount of money to have it made into 'memory' bears for the girls. Twice I almost sent the coat off but chickened out due to the cost. So when I got this pattern I decided I would do it myself. Both of my nieces will get a bear and both of my girls will. I still have one of his suit jackets to make bears for nieces and nephews who are yet to be.

I have to admit. When I clipped into the shoulder seam of Grandpa's coat to start ripping it up I felt like I was doing something sacrilegious.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

junkie






This travel chess set is a recent junkstore find for a whole whopping 49 cents - it is perfect condition (except where they wrapped it in tape to keep it closed) with all pieces intact. In fact, as you can see it even includes the checker pieces. I am not sure how old it is but you can order a Chess instruction book for thirty cents.

An old poem I wrote and thought to share.

junkie

Tracks skid across her arm
and cobwebs grace her hair.

Her husband simply smiles;
shakes his head in despair.

She’s back from the junk store
with new treasure for her lair.

and for those who are interested a gallery of apple seeds I took today...
http://www.pbase.com/marybell/seed

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

October


October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again. Hal Borland

Well, I finished up the photos from Saturday's shoot - there are some nice shots - but my ratio is way lower than I like. I am doing these gratis for my friend - so I think I've convinced her to go out again tomorrow...

This morning was fun!! I was the homeroom helper for C's class today. Her teacher Mrs E said they haven't had a lot for their helpers to do until today!! I took down the old artwork for all four of Mrs E and Mrs D's classes and put them in their folders, I cleaned off name stickies with fingernail polish remover and I got to help administer a simple exam for the children's knowledge of the alphabet for the parent teacher's conference. C did well - but I let her teacher test her!!

C liked having me there too. She seems a bit of an outsider but given her family genes - there isn't much surprise in that...

I should go and work on Christmas gifts...supper is in the crock - so I am good to go...If you are curious, supper is spaghetti. I use one jar of extra chunky musrhoom Ragu, one pint of homemade sauce from the freezer (my parent's recipe - I freeze lots of sauce every year), some tomatoe paste, more mushrooms, wine, Italian herbs, anise, cayenne, garlic, and about an hour before supper, I will add the ground beef, dehydrated tomatoes (I think dehydrating my own tomatoes is just about the coolest gourmet thing I do - they taste sooooooooo wonderful in almost any tomatoe recipe) and a few dehydrated zuchinni (just a few - the flavor is very intense).

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

not much in a thinking mode...

I am not in a very 'thought-full' mode today...I am a bit tired from staying up late working on photos and am preoccupied with photos and my disapointment in myself - it is always much more disappointing to have a shot not turn out when it is for someone else than when it is for one's own enjoyment.

This morning I had Bible Study and afterwards we went to Walmart. Now the girls are napping and I am once again working on photos.

Here are some shots of the girls with Aunt A from yesterday.


Monday, October 16, 2006

siblings

I spent a wonderful time at the orchard with my sister today and the girls had a great time with their aunt. It was drippy all day and so we did get wet and muddy but we had a good time picking apples, exploring, talking and so many other fun things.

This evening as I was flipping through a catalog (I love to browse catalogs they are a great place for ideas). I found a gift pillow that said "I smile because you are my sister, I laugh because there is nothing you can do about it." It made me laugh...my poor siblings put up with a lot from their oldest sister...I was not a kind child...but God's grace has stood by my parents and their children and we are a close family that enjoys each other's company.

Tonight I finally made it to some shots from the shoot on Saturday that I like...I am posting these because they fit the quote...





(i am afraid these really ought to be seen full size in order to appreciate the interactions in the shots - they are soooooo fun)...

Sunday, October 15, 2006

i'll fly away


This is a collage I made on Friday night. It started with the idea of "I'll Fly Away" and an idea of how I would accomplish it. Three hours later I had something a million miles from the original idea - it is funny how collages do that sometimes.

On the piano keyboard it says "The Very First Lesson." on the lower-right artifact it says "A Study In Scales" the dove's song is "Joy Ride," the insect is a firefly, and the map says unexplored territory



Strange Dreams is an older collage that I've never photographed.

To see more collages and more stuff that I've added to my craft gallery [including more tin can votives (which I will try to write a tutorial for)] go here: http://www.pbase.com/marybell/other_outlets

I had a busy weekend. I worked on many, many projects and did some cleaning. I also finished my book for book club, but far and away the biggest chunk of my weekend was spent on a photoshoot for a friend's children. I hope the shots turn out nice - so far the ones I've worked on disappoint me.

Tomorrow I will meet my sister April about an hour and half away (about half way between the two of us) at an apple orchard to pick apples and have a good time with my girls. I'm sure that will yield many photos.

Friday, October 13, 2006

seize the day



When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?"

"They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now."

But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,…She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

Laura Ingalls Wilder