Hello, Boy.

This little friend is one of a series that I'm perpetually working on.

His little body is cut from a drawing and the head is painted in watercolor and ink.

All on a map.

In real life he measures about 2 inches by 3 inches.

Good Morning.

King Me (or) I Glower

I wonder if everything I paint or draw is some form of self-portraiture.

Oh, yeah. This one's definitely me.

Anyhow. I'd really like to say some things. I'd love if someone listened.

Have been awfully self-conscious since reading this excerpt from Ginger Pye; like I'm doing something wrong by referring to myself in the first person.

But I'm me: I'm "I".

How could this possibly apply to a journal? Even if it is for public consumption.

So sorry to Jerry and Rachel.

catalogue

This was my really strange and awkward attempt to catalog some of my library. My library! Ha!

Anyhow, it was sort of successful and I also discovered that I didn't know where I'd misplaced a favorite book "Like Water for Chocolate" by Laura Esquivel.

Shortly after putting out an APB for the missing tome I received an amused phonecall from my sister:

"You let me borrow that book, like, last week"

"oh."

well, phew.

Accomplishment!

My husband's birthday and my best-friend's-husband's birthday fall on the very same day.

This year there was a challenge: keeping two secrets!

My friend commissioned a handmade jacket for her man and my children planned a surprise party for their father.

It was a wild week.

I was very quiet!

And working hard.

See here: my beloved, wearing Francisco's jacket.

+ + +

The jacket is made of wool.

(I so badly wanted to wash and dry the wool hot to shrink and felt it up...will certainly do that for the next project!)

Oh, yes! That lining is made from hand dyed, screen printed cotton.

Coloring

I found myself yesterday with much more to do than could ever be accomplished.

SO I pitched everything and stood amongst the mountains of laundry dyeing fabric.

Schoolish

I've just created a handful of 13 different fabrics that I'm calling "Schoolish" and I am completely, overwhelmingly preoccupied with it.

Dreaming of things I'd make with them.

And scheming ways to make a little dough so that I can buy them up and make these dreamt-of things.

Obsessed! Right, that was the word I was looking for.

Ha!

Take a little peek:

http://www.spoonflower.com/collections/2646

summer skin

Fresh, delicious, maddening summer breezes have finally permeated my very soul!

I've been feeling awake and alive and productive and strong and...good.