Here's to a day well lived.
I’m pushing myself to draw as another method of capturing my place in this historic moment. Inspiration came from the iconic Weatherbird, which has appeared on the pages of my … Continue reading Pandemic diary: 10,000 dead
Come on, I know you have one. Maybe you didn’t even realize it till you looked back across your life and thought, “Oh yeah, I could do that.” That being … Continue reading What is your superpower?
With some misgivings, I finally made a mask this morning. Will we become a nation of mask-wearers in a better-than-nothing attempt to ward off infection? Or will homemade cotton masks … Continue reading Making Masks
(Eating in the pandemic time) My mother was 11 when Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind was published. It was 1936 and the Great Depression had thrown the world into … Continue reading As God is my witness…
There is snow on the ground The dish-towels I dyed several years ago are looking faded and sad. I saw this video, taking ice-dyeing a step up from “random.” Constraint: … Continue reading Snow-dye dish towel refresh
It’s hard to toss away old neckties, especially if they belonged to a loved one or are made from 100% silk or are beautiful/amusing. My loved one is alive and … Continue reading DIY Silk Necktie Scarf
I was planning to hurl myself into a new project. But instead I photographed a doodle from my notebook and played with it for an hour on Photoshop. Wine poured. … Continue reading a.k.a. Procrastination
First, I like the idea of being a mystic, an initiate into a cult of beauty and awe. You know, a little mysterium tremendum et fascinans to take the edge … Continue reading Making Faces and Altered Consciousness
I picked up a used book on dolls [1]. The black and white photos by fashion photographer Hermann Landshoff surprised me. They weren’t staged fantasies, yet they had a pictorialist, … Continue reading Photos, Dolls, Thoughts Unspoken
2003. Age 55. I’d had a wonderful career evaluating quality and planning strategy for a large children and family organization. I became the “dangling woman”–comfort zone disappearing, transformation required. Jim … Continue reading Art Life Accountability
On my way to doing something else, I started pulling fabric out of my stash closet. I soon had a mess in search of a project. A few YouTube videos … Continue reading Sewing therapy
I was not that child who took care of her toys. Dolls were companions in make-believe, not decor. We played house. We played school. I pulled off their clothes and … Continue reading The Bride Doll
