Friday, October 15, 2010

Days Lost. Where do I Find Them?

Well, I lost a few days, and I realize that as you get older, each day becomes more precious.

How could this happen? Well, I got a bad cold and spent one day in bed. Although I was able to finish two books, it disturbed my normal flow of Life. My head is still all fogged up, I breathe like a dragon (see those flames coming out my mouth? They are really cold germs.) and I'm generally confused. I actually left my knitting bag in either a meeting room or in someone's office. (Not yet found...)

Sick Room Accessories for a Fiber Artist
Books count as fiber.
So do tissues.

You see, it was The Artist's Open Studio, where he presents all his work to the public in our backyard (and my studio) in hopes they will purchase something. It was very nice, but I shook hands with lots of people. I also have that exercise class with lots of moms with small kids. The Artist wants to know why I only get sick at his shows. (This is, unfortunately, true.) The weather is changing. It just happens this time of year.

Anyway, there are things happening besides my cold:
But I just can't find those two days and can't figure out where to find them.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Happenin' Stuff

Open Studios for The Artist this Weekend

That's the operative event. Everything else stops. Rather, all personal activity for the week revolves around Open Studios. Last night when I came in all hot and sweaty after my Jazzercise class, the lights in my studio were blazing.  I knew what it meant. Time to move the furniture, knitting, yarn, fabric, paint, and all half-finished projects out of my studio and to somewhere else for the annual Presentation of The Artist to the Public.

"Okay, sweetie," I said, "Let's turn off the lights and cut down on the electric bill. I get the picture." We ate dinner. We returned to the room. I saved dessert for later to reward myself. He actually sat there and watched me pick everything up and move it. Fortunately for me, he sets up a room  about six inches inside the real room, so I can mash some things against the wall and not quite move everything. I thought he was crazy when he first suggested this, but it works well. (Notice the purple wall of the studio behind the green "booth" panels.)

Exhausted Artist Hiding his New Work

"You know, you could stop all this next year if you were to apply to Open Studios and were accepted," he said at one point. "Then you could keep the studio as it is and not move much. A consistent body of work. That's all it takes." Well, I'm not quite ready.

I finally have a photo of my watercolor fabrics combined into a quilt. (I who do not make quilts made it.)

Watercolor Quilt

I truly love the colors and the graphics. If you would like to purchase the fabric, you may.  (Link to Spoonflower on the fabric below.)


I'm back on the Laddered Turtleneck knitting project and have yarn for a Blossom Blanket. (Great name, huh? All pinks and purples.) Hope to get a lot done while I sit around in the back yard for two weekends. Well, actually, I'd rather be busy selling The Artist's stuff.

I took a class in Drop Spindle spinning last weekend. Lots of fun, but I don't know if my fingernails can handle it.

Tomorrow evening? Avocado minicupcakes, apple minicupcakes. Get those internal engines revving!

I ran into an old friend this evening. She told me that I never change. I always look the same. Like a little girl. What a wonderful compliment. It's just the way I feel. Thank you, Bess.

I think it's dinner time. Talk with you later.