I love this little barn. I think of it as The Green Barn, but it's actually The Brown Barn with the Fabulous Green Paint.
I love this little barn. I think of it as The Green Barn, but it's actually The Brown Barn with the Fabulous Green Paint.
My new MOO square business cards have arrived and I just love them. The square is so pleasing to my eye.
That's not all that's new. I had Total Knee Replacement surgery (right leg) on September 8th. I'll spare you the gruesome post-surgical photo.
I had it done at Hospital For Special Surgery in New York City.
My surgeon, Mathias Bostrom, MD, must have magic hands. I'm really very pleased with the result, so far.
I had been so afraid of this surgery, having heard way too many stories about how brutally painful it is. That just wasn't true, for me. In the immediate aftermath of the surgery, the pain management was really superb. It's something that HSS takes very seriously and they're very good at it. At home, I take Tylenol if I need it, and right before PT sessions, I take four milligrams of Dilaudid. And I try to remember to ice the knee several times each day. So far, so good! The pain I feel now is the kind that lessens each day. That's opposed to the pre-operative pain which was relentless and sickening and left me unable to walk for more than a block.
New plan: As soon as this is healed enough, I'm going back to get my left knee done. Wow!
This is how it starts - a beautiful piece of some long ago garment makes its way to my studio. I've had this particular little prize for several years. It's been waiting for me to do something with it. It is precious - all lace and velvet and beads. I adore it. Immediately, I know it is meant to be a cuff. I start gathering ribbons and textiles that might do well with this little darling of a scrap. I measure. I'm pretty sure I can turn it into two cuffs. Marvelous! Would I present them as a pair? Or let each one stand on its own merit?
And then it happens. My mind starts to wander ... what if it's not meant to be a cuff, after all? Maybe it should become a glorious choker, fit for Klimt's Adele. Or perhaps I should make it into tiny amulet bags and hang them like pendants on long necklaces.
Oh, dear, I'm a bit lost. This is why I've had this little item for years! I keep losing my way. I find it so difficult to commit this piece to it's next incarnation. I want to do right by it, and by me.
Such a fuss over a little bit of lace and velvet and beads.
I really did want to spend some time on weaving today, but my intention took a detour in order to care for the little cuties.
They look a bit like a woven pile of kittens, right?
I signed up for Just Considering Weave with Jude Hill (Spirit Cloth). My first attempt was with pale teal and white threads. It took only a few rows before I realized it looked mostly white and very boring.
So, I switched to a more colorful palette. For my warp thread, I chose a nice raspberry red. For the weft, I used a variegated thread, which almost feels like cheating, because it makes it so easy to weave a pattern.
Colorful is good at this time of year ... like my geraniums. My geraniums, by the way, allow me to pretend I have a green thumb. If it weren't for virtually maintenance-free plants, I'd have to admit the truth that gardening is but one of many Martha Stewart-esque talents which I lack.
I never look at geraniums without being reminded of a favorite childhood poem, written by A.A. Milne, author of the Winnie-the-Pooh series of books. I enjoy this poem even more as an adult.
THE DORMOUSE AND THE DOCTOR
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And all the day long he’d a wonderful view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
A Doctor came hurrying round, and he said:
“Tut-tut, I am sorry to find you in bed.
Just say ‘Ninety-nine’ while I look at your chest….
Don’t you find that chrysanthemums answer the best?”
The Dormouse looked round at the view and replied
(When he’d said “Ninety-nine”) that he’d tried and he’d tried,
And much the most answering things that he knew
Were geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
The Doctor stood frowning and shaking his head,
And he took up his shiny silk hat as he said:
“What the patient requires is a change,” and he went
To see some chrysanthemum people in Kent.
The Dormouse lay there, and he gazed at the view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue),
And he knew there was nothing he wanted instead
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
The Doctor came back and, to show what he meant,
He had brought some chrysanthemum cuttings from Kent.
“Now these,” he remarked, “give a much better view
Than geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).”
They took out their spades and they dug up the bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And they planted chrysanthemums (yellow and white).
“And now,” said the Doctor, “we’ll soon have you right.”
The Dormouse looked out, and he said with a sigh:
“I suppose all these people know better than I.
It was silly, perhaps, but I did like the view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).”
The Doctor came round and examined his chest,
And ordered him Nourishment, Tonics, and Rest.
“How very effective,” he said, as he shook
The thermometer, “all these chrysanthemums look!”
The Dormouse turned over to shut out the sight
Of the endless chrysanthemums (yellow and white).
“How lovely,” he thought, “to be back in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red.)”
The Doctor said, “Tut! It’s another attack!”
And ordered him Milk and Massage-of-the-back,
And Freedom-from-worry and Drives-in-a-car,
And murmured, “How sweet your chrysanthemums are!”
The Dormouse lay there with his paws to his eyes,
And imagined himself such a pleasant surprise:
“I’ll pretend the chrysanthemums turn to a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red)!”
The Doctor next morning was rubbing his hands,
And saying, “There’s nobody quite understands
These cases as I do! The cure has begun!
How fresh the chrysanthemums look in the sun!”
The Dormouse lay happy, his eyes were so tight
He could see no chrysanthemums, yellow or white.
And all that he felt at the back of his head
Were delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
And that is the reason (Aunt Emily said)
If a Dormouse gets in a chrysanthemum bed,
You will find (so Aunt Emily says) that he lies
Fast asleep on his front with his paws to his eyes.
Winnie-the-Pooh belonged to Christopher Robin, of course. I had my own bear. Here I am with my dog and my bear, circa 1952.
My bear is still with me, in 2014. There are some things one doesn't give up.
PHOTO CREDIT :: ADELINE JESSICA CRITES-MOORE
My beautiful boy, Blackie. Except he's a girl. And s/he deserves a better name. Suggestions, anyone?