Found in an old cigar box, pictures of my Uncle Edmond. He was a tail gunner in the 510th Bomber Squadron, 351st Bomber Group. He is buried in Ardennes Cemetery.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
J found this picture of me, from the very first time I voted. My mom made me pose for a picture. "MOM! This is stupid!"
This is at my old elementary school, in my kindergarten classroom. I am a freshman in college at this time.
Of further interest, I made the top I am wearing. It was a knit top. Pale green, with darker green little leaves. Not seen: the green denim jeans I made to go with it.
Don't forget to vote!
Thursday, October 30, 2014
She was so talented! She didn't even need tape! It was like taking a master class in origami.
The nice people at Spoonflower have a lesson in wrapping with cloth here, just in time for the holiday season.
Wrapping a bottle of wine or fancy olive oil with this technique would make your gift even more special. There are so many cute quilting fabrics with unique designs, so you could truly customize even the wrapping to the recipient. I can hardly wait to try it.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Is this pattern magical? It says ONE SIZE, but please note: it does not say, "One size fits all", or "One top to rule them all", it just states: ONE SIZE.
At first I wondered, maybe it has additional pattern pieces included, because I know from living in the material world that not all women are the same ONE SIZE, no matter what clothing manufacturers and fashion magazines might think.
Then I realized that this must be from Simplicity's "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" Collection.
It's for stretch knits only.Magical stretch knits.
Imagine the practicality of having a pattern that truly was ONE SIZE - whatever size you were.
My guess is that this was left accidentally from a person from a parallel universe where either everyone is ONE SIZE or their patterns magically fit everyone.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
My mother wore dresses like this, before I was around, of course. I used to peek in her closet when I was a kid and imagine wearing those big skirted floral pieces of fifties froth, with white gloves and those pointy toed pumps.
The Black dress for cocktails in the city, the flowered one for lunches at the country club.
I especially like the thought of going to my office in the black version. I'm the editor of Vogue, and i have the cool Miranda Priestly glasses, (the better to give cold condescending looks).
Where would you wear this lovely dress? Would you choose wool jersey, or silk shantung? Linen or pique? Wool crepe, or faille? Whatever your fantasy, if you are a size 16 (fifties sizing), bust 36 inches, find it here.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
|Harry is helping and wants you to know that he is not in the way|
If you sell your work, or are thinking about selling your work, this discussion of pricing is pretty interesting.
These GIFs from the Smithsonian made a nice antidote to the events of this week.
I learned a few things from this podcast about making a living as an artist .
Here's a picture of a deer eating my hostas and daylilies:
This article about how oldest sons are given more food and attention in India made me inexpressibly sad. This is a quantifiable demonstration of the patriarchy in action. I'm not picking on India here; there are ample examples of this tendency to funnel resources to sons in Western Culture as well. Just think of Primogeniture in England, Henry VIII and countless other examples.
I think all of this calls for another cat picture:
|David's Portrait of Napoleon, improved with Ginger Cat. Link below for artist.|
Harry recommends this blog with four paws UP.
Have a great week!
Have a great week!