My garden is my art project this month. Tilled and toiled from 10 - 7 yesterday and I'm sore. Photos soon, but it's raining today. Yeah! TEA PARTY TEA PARTY TEA PARTY ("toga" for homebodies)
Usually I just plunk the tea ball in a large mug and make a cuppa, but this little ritual pleases me on quiet days. The candle warmer really works too. All supplies from Adagio Teas except the cup. Their tea too - mango - which I love. Start with a sampler though, as Deb can tell you, it's not to everyone's taste. I know Deb ... you really want to like it. I feel that way about opera.
That's Van Gogh's Crows over the Wheat Field ... on the tea cup. Yes, I'm guilty - I sometimes buy trinkets at those ubiquitous exit shops at art shows. Often I fly through them, not wanting to sully my mood with commercialism, but other times I browse. Not picking on the museums for staging them - big shows support all the other shows - and not picking on anyone else for buying in them.It's just that I've been known to cry while looking at paintings and shopping is a buzz kill (if you can call crying over art a buzz, which in my warped psyche it is). Over the last 20 years I've been lucky enough to travel to see Van Gogh shows at the Met, Musée d'Orsay and LCMA and this cup brings those memories back. Ack - TWENTY years - Ack. Funny, I also remember hiding how much I loved Van Gogh. As an Art History major you're supposed to have passion for obscure artists with "difficult" work. Accessibility = boring (the artist and you). Now I'm loud and I'm proud: I adore Van Gogh. Please, before I get emails regarding that "supposed to" above, I'm talking about arty university students only - a Impressionists poster on your wall was the equivalent of loving the latest American Idol winner when all your friends are into indy bands. One advantage of getting older - no one gives you crap about your artistic tastes except your family. We've been training our kids up right though - Emily has developed a passion for The Raconteurs and Tom Waits, whom she calls "the grumpy guy". OK, I'm still particular about music and I've never seen American Idol, but I'm pretty accepting that people like all styles of painting, though I can't stomach big-eyed children and anything by The Painter of Light™. If you love them, just don't tell me and I won't crank Jack White on you.
I know many of you are snowed in, but it's planting season here. I can't justify sitting down inside when there are beds to fill and bulbs to plant. In just a few months it will be too hot and dry to plant so I'll be back to crafting - bascially the inverse of most of you. Luckily it rained a little last week too, so I got busy and made two Project Linus quilts for their 8th Annual Make a Blanket Day. Both are out of scraps of flannel I had left over from my baby quilt making years. With those days never to be repeated and grandkids just a glimmer, I thought it should be passed on. Nice to use up stash - I've literally a handful of narrow strips of the retro print after finishing this. It couldn't have been an inch bigger (36" x 46"). Anyway, I may not get grandchildren. Emily informed me yesterday that she's not having kids because they're "too much work". Right on.
Sorry for the dark photos, but it was gloomy. Immediately after this I washed and bagged them to take to my LQS Sowing Sisters in Carlsbad. Click to check out their photos of the Kaffe Fassett class.
I'm proud of myself for trying a different quilting technique on the second one. I've always quilted in the ditch or diagonally, but this time I did a 1/4 inch inside line for each block. Free motion is next.
Today I'm going to cast on the Forest Path Stole. There's a great KAL for it if you've ever eyed it but felt uncertain about the entrelac or lace patterns. Me, I got my rear kicked by the nupps in my swatch, but I'm bravely going forward. Photos when I have something to show.
Now ... drum roll please ... I finally remembered Eye Candy Friday!
My neighbor got her sweet pea seeds in early enough for a winter crop. I've promised her roses. I borrowed this antique vase from my dad's collection many years ago (yes Dad, borrowed) just for sweet peas and every year I'm reminded of how much I love it. Thanks Dad.