tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40157583751518639892024-03-06T00:05:32.034-08:00PerpetuaEverything I have found out about Art, a Happy Life, Love, Food, and Tea.Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-63921962901160433942011-05-05T17:00:00.000-07:002011-05-05T17:34:15.063-07:00Red ReadingI just started a book called "A Perfect Red", all about the history of red. It is so fascinating! It's not new -- it's from 2005 maybe? Besides being about red, it has the most amazing information about textiles, and dyers, society with regard to color, society with regard to <i>dyers</i>--I found that probably the most fascinating. Dyers were considered second class citizens, even though people paid thousands to wear the Bright Colors they made. They were apprenticed for years to learn the secrets, and only a precious few really made it to the top. But at the same time people looked down their noses at dyers, they were also coveted by their cities--the great dyers of Lucca that fled to Venice actually had prices on their heads for taking the secrets out of the city, although their city was torn by war. (Incidentally that also happened to glassblowers who tried to leave Murano in Venice---they would chop their hands off. Those Italians did not like to share their Craftsmen...)<div><br /></div><div>Back to the History Lesson--so get this--there used to be something called "sumptuary laws". What is that? They are literally laws on how sumptuous your lifestyle could be according to Who you Were or Were Not. Like if you were a Serving Wench, no sleeves or silks or jewels for you. Isn't that nuts? I always believed that they just couldn't afford the nice things--when you see movies and the help is all in greys or black. There were LAWS that said they couldn't wear color.</div><div><br /></div><div>Crazy...</div><div>No pic today---and sorry for the School Girl Writes A Paper tone to this Post! </div><div><br /></div><div>Go look at some Red and really think about it! </div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-72040425141307303402011-05-02T06:24:00.000-07:002011-05-02T06:46:32.776-07:00Perpetua's Finest<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCEfezju80XabtveGOCq2OEjJqDzakU1XxTL9F8mT8P-I5QtRv4KcE0BJl1AEb8dzofWd2ZoMCVFnxg5zLFFaCFlWtIgmvAoIk3o0jpSfEkJAevcZRmQkRwKW8zMjB2IWCX2g53AwkjvW/s1600/orangecreme2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCEfezju80XabtveGOCq2OEjJqDzakU1XxTL9F8mT8P-I5QtRv4KcE0BJl1AEb8dzofWd2ZoMCVFnxg5zLFFaCFlWtIgmvAoIk3o0jpSfEkJAevcZRmQkRwKW8zMjB2IWCX2g53AwkjvW/s400/orangecreme2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602109443693345842" /></a>I finally received my first batch of teas from my Tea Guy out of India a few weeks back and have come up with my first blend! This is a very fine Ceylon Black Tea, with hints of vanilla warmth and cream, completely wrapped in Orangey Citrus Goodness! It's good with milk, of course, but also just fine by itself. It is on sale on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/72875374/orange-creme-tea">Etsy</a>, so head on over there to check it out.<div><br /></div><div>Also, I am Giving Away Teabags of all my new blends as they happen, with any purchase on my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/AntoinetteWasHere">Etsy site.</a> Because I have such a small quantity of each, the supplies are limited. But hopefully I can keep doing this. Blending tea is a lot like baking bread, you take your time with it, going to it, then letting it rest. Scent is a funny thing, after a few minutes you can't find where you are in the blend. You have to step away. Maybe I should have been a perfumier! I think I would have enjoyed it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well--more packing happening today. The big countdown has begun! </div><div>Perpetua</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-676812021706281742011-04-30T07:33:00.000-07:002011-04-30T08:02:06.781-07:00Happy Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdY5gqTISdyDve3p96M1u_8X7CL3e9H15UXkrwpDjVyeCoySKoEa8rop8Tm4SYBvXIXLrQwPuqj37tIGJo-rqeLAeJzjiHzr886Yz1HIWYeH7p5LAAGShooFzjUNabR5vus6KrPuPEyj0/s1600/website.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdY5gqTISdyDve3p96M1u_8X7CL3e9H15UXkrwpDjVyeCoySKoEa8rop8Tm4SYBvXIXLrQwPuqj37tIGJo-rqeLAeJzjiHzr886Yz1HIWYeH7p5LAAGShooFzjUNabR5vus6KrPuPEyj0/s400/website.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601387635582949042" /></a><br />Another Birthday, another Year!<div>Yesterday was an unexpectedly wonderful day, full of Lovely People and Lovely Surprises!</div><div><br /></div><div>My Honey spent the day with me. He completely outdid himself-- he surprised me with an amazing Annealer (that's a kiln for glass--) that we got from a Lovely woman who was downsizing her studio. It's bigger and in better condition than I could have possibly hoped for! What does this mean?? It means that now I can do my glass work right in my studio, and I don't have to go and rent from other people and schlep work from one place to another. It's The Most Major of Tools. We visited S.'s 72 year old, 3rd generation Italian barber, Lou, who wooed his wife of 51 years in a horse drawn buggy. Lou chatted our ears off and then pointed us to a beautiful place nestled in the woods to have lunch--this old Inn that is in the middle of no where, beautiful with leaves, and ducks, so amazing! We actually (I kid you not) discussed <i>marriage</i>---something both of us have never thought we would want....whew?</div><div><br /></div><div>I cannot tell you how lucky I feel. I think back to all the Mismatches I dated over the years....I mean, if I was honest with myself at all back them, I would have kicked them to the curb Day Two. I had DOOZIES. Like, real headcases---I was the original "Oh I'll Fix You" Girl. Yep. You know her, or you are her...</div><div><br /></div><div>But I didn't get how easy it's supposed to be. We are in our 4th year, and it's like, it's still such a treat to spend time with him. He amazes me at every turn. And he is still funny to me! He makes me laugh, and --- you know -- I wish I could take this knowledge and inject it into my twenty something self. I want to take her by the arm and lock her in her room and tell her she can't come out til she realizes that life is so much bigger than this repeating Drama with guys. I would have saved myself a lot of trouble and wasted emotion. But I guess that's <i>AGE</i> talking. At least I finally got <i>WISE. </i>So, I guess, the abridged edition is: I'll take the wrinkles over being that Koo-Koo Bird Twenty Year Old any day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-70240958871530894532011-04-25T08:28:00.000-07:002011-04-25T08:39:08.867-07:00I Ran Away<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJxMmPZfArHblXE0DfxaMniTvtGju1iUP1ke1geRppLHjExhYHweWb5CvlteRbhpkx_z-7xzvZAuWzS6LgGHnA5kz_GVWgcAaUgCX0Fmc_rNqfCUy74PCblOUDmUid5fY0NMbl1CJk7LA/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJxMmPZfArHblXE0DfxaMniTvtGju1iUP1ke1geRppLHjExhYHweWb5CvlteRbhpkx_z-7xzvZAuWzS6LgGHnA5kz_GVWgcAaUgCX0Fmc_rNqfCUy74PCblOUDmUid5fY0NMbl1CJk7LA/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599545228279233954" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrEwRDBBTlivaFC02bZow-QI4YMu_9b1w_MrdHJa1c6XFh514Ok7ioV-b6y0F0d7pzpmgmMWHOHJi-oW4T12Bt7FQaHa9pwl0pZK6zb851rJidQvNnAoId_ZzMSha4I3QhFF8TtiqQdaU/s1600/photo-12.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrEwRDBBTlivaFC02bZow-QI4YMu_9b1w_MrdHJa1c6XFh514Ok7ioV-b6y0F0d7pzpmgmMWHOHJi-oW4T12Bt7FQaHa9pwl0pZK6zb851rJidQvNnAoId_ZzMSha4I3QhFF8TtiqQdaU/s400/photo-12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543898250785122" /></a>Saturday I dropped some Friends off at The Airport, and on my way home, I had the profound urge to continue driving. Perhaps it was because of all the planes, but I did not want to be home, I did not want to be at the new place, i just wanted to GO. I drove til I saw a sign that said New Hope, passing my own exit long ago, and thinking that a place like New Hope would be a good spot to think, I turned. And I found a park. And I walked on a path of chalky plum colored gravel, made brighter by all the Spring Green around me. I walked and walked. Then I drove some more, through winding streets and Green Green Green and Pink blossoming everywhere! I thought about all the things that have been on my mind, and organized them and formed game plans. I didn't turn on the radio, I just hung with myself in silence. 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It's been slow. Sort of like going back to yoga after 3 years or somethig. Which I am also contemplating!! But I am playing with threads again. We are starting to look at kilns for glass work which is great because I have like 45 waxes waiting to be cast:</div><div><br /></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4fFvs-ZdyC_Vd1cQ_VKUFwfeqK_omP2PzYfim74D_zEUHvWDM0vkNItOq-hAfb0fIl57if8KNBA6jTLdjlioWzApB720X3noFOnCGYuwdeosK22vot5H_TAG7tKrUQX2dWAUVWNpvLbd/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4fFvs-ZdyC_Vd1cQ_VKUFwfeqK_omP2PzYfim74D_zEUHvWDM0vkNItOq-hAfb0fIl57if8KNBA6jTLdjlioWzApB720X3noFOnCGYuwdeosK22vot5H_TAG7tKrUQX2dWAUVWNpvLbd/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598773158541381538" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJ0JpPv3RdoApfV4vWxYsLMhqqOcvEK1bUIOJifPf5xD1m7QdRGT_x1pP6wypkqSs2R4pktVtsxoQNGJDlI5DwpyHeeE3DhhtN23o9kDS4lFQoUeoNSwgkK-07YQGq8UZdpXhbmoFnOa4/s1600/IMG_0308.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJ0JpPv3RdoApfV4vWxYsLMhqqOcvEK1bUIOJifPf5xD1m7QdRGT_x1pP6wypkqSs2R4pktVtsxoQNGJDlI5DwpyHeeE3DhhtN23o9kDS4lFQoUeoNSwgkK-07YQGq8UZdpXhbmoFnOa4/s400/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598773155416807522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8R0HDSn9M1I5VmDkF9m08qEvTMiFstH3oUE5-lLeGiQSZq4Jt4IgYqBFUqx79B340M2LxGHLEOy92hMUrNxhGSyzUzwV3gkHFoxEPRvyOcdgdKA1kqlrrflfTI2WelW5gzZUEVVmA4JEF/s1600/DSC00004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8R0HDSn9M1I5VmDkF9m08qEvTMiFstH3oUE5-lLeGiQSZq4Jt4IgYqBFUqx79B340M2LxGHLEOy92hMUrNxhGSyzUzwV3gkHFoxEPRvyOcdgdKA1kqlrrflfTI2WelW5gzZUEVVmA4JEF/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598773157233717058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelEKuNM6Lw7rBU45lzhIbxXWZOYzXfKjNuA4sWjslKpT2U-12p1qmnfcquMkNbOqyalwRWSSKxeElBcnnqVNK17S3m3PXqoSoSaI1eRQ-MgIgspkeNoQN6nkrBgFoD-IeFAze2VoLjfHo/s1600/DSC00047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelEKuNM6Lw7rBU45lzhIbxXWZOYzXfKjNuA4sWjslKpT2U-12p1qmnfcquMkNbOqyalwRWSSKxeElBcnnqVNK17S3m3PXqoSoSaI1eRQ-MgIgspkeNoQN6nkrBgFoD-IeFAze2VoLjfHo/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598773149903493506" /></a>All in glass. Some of the waxes like this bird above are a year old. I know I should spin that photo around, but I am too Lazy this morning to wait for PhotoShop to open and blah blah blah. It's funny how one gets used to the particular tics of the computer they are Friendly With. But today, much like any relationship, I just don;t Feel like Dealing. So you will have to spin the bird in your minds eye. Anyways--They are waiting to be cast.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last summer was so hot that I lost a few waxes here and there. Soft pudgy puddles of wax. I am going to reserve a drawer in the fridge this summer, at the new Place. We move the First!</div><div><br /></div><div>When we moved into this place, we had a freight elevator that has since broken down. I have no idea how we are going to move half of this stuff out of here. I get a headache just looking at it all.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok--today we work and paint. I will take nice photos of the place for my next post!</div><div><br /></div><div>Perpetua<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-57322133737118356122011-04-18T20:31:00.000-07:002011-04-19T05:01:34.424-07:00Ew that Limbo before you move.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgah4YJNKFu4MLFWfbFsQlJHkGYjUaT1ZRuDJTZBk8v7NvDRduPTLon3kkW-gQdmtJwPqNtSc4hRCWZcnyQ03l3qZgieIbrdwl1s4aPgplq7Z0sQ7zkGxW8xD8VMxcvTB7XpNYlXIjgPG-S/s400/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597133035669981090" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div>I am deep in the throes of a Split Personality. Personality A. is scoring clean boxes from the dumpster behind the beauty supply, and winding bubblewrap around breakables, and arranging for The Man to take them to the new place, a carload at a time. Personality B is the Doozy--she is decorating. I am like a bee without a hive and I keep scurrying to build one as fast as the original one is dismantled. In the OLD SPACE. What IS that??? I sorted my Fibers, or some of them, today. God, I have so much Thread! And then I decided they belonged in trees.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3q6qza3u2s76LBqfR6B1lpAICX49vES-fSPWHUcXlGc65D0xNb99Ss-rlggvznbb7P2aWJdQCRxjPbq7CfLwi5nkyyi1BR6Rn2TZv5Hgybi3Q2M3mkn1yTIQdrAuKtvLWOb6F0V5tOHf/s400/photo-7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597132389088868146" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I have always liked a Decorated Tree. Circa BF (That's Before Martha) my mum was decorating trees for many a holiday. Like, Easter, for instance. Every Year we would walk around the back Yard and search for a perfect stick. Some Years, it was good As Was. Other Years, we White Washed it. Then her collection of Handpainted Czech Eggs came out, and the ones my father had painted by hand on wood he had turned on a Lathe in the workshop. Tiny little details, dots and dots, and diamonds---I think those Eggs colored my Idea of Beauty. PAAS was not in our Vocabulary, and I didn't even understand what those egg shaped Plastic things were hanging from trees in front yards so many years later. An Egg Tree was a Thing of Mastery. Our Egg</div><div>Tree, if you Added Up all the Hours, from all the artisans that it took to make it look as it did, was 1,000's and 1000's. And if you added in all the time that it took each artist to learn how to do what they did to contribute--well, you see. It was, if I may say, an Honour to Grow up with such beautiful Hand Wrought Things about me.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWB7ZSXT_pwzl0b7MIC5daYj7WcKZ4qvjW9qHmYQunRMNnIfwoY9-njKXkBizrJp5XmdOQhxB_jM6uqJMr8QuYrtUW6ZAyv_HLHjpV5JWERQJndAtO6sP2JtSvXd8pnPYIt9Ne_gOkLE1/s400/photo-8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597263255018772546" /></div><div><br /></div><div>So I decorated Two Fig Sticks that stand near my bed. They were originally Fig Trees, but these little black buggies got to them last year, and all I have are the Two Fig Sticks. That I draped in Tangled Silk. I'm not sure it Translates into anything, except that Personality B seems pleased with herself.....</div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, I have just imported TEA! What? yes Tea. I have a Habit, and I have decided to just go with it. I am "<i>just going</i>" with a lot right now. Just doing what comes natural, instead of trying to find the Angle that will lead to some Career. So I bought up a bunch of Basic Teas from an Old Friend in India from My Tea House Days in NYC (I was a server in Tea Houses for 7 years--it's where the Habit began!). And in the next month or so, I will be offering Hand Blended Flavored teas. I'm just going to mix the ones that I mix for myself, and we'll go from there! I am excited. It's close to Art, but not Art, and I think I need to expand my Horizons a bit!</div><div>That's it from here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Perpetua</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div></div></div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-68821802646150252672011-04-16T06:14:00.000-07:002011-04-16T07:16:58.677-07:00Moving and Cleaning<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYmyfV54p8gROIvFWgN4njrh0wsbCKGojqVJsClrUE88h7J_9gcdGM38xV5wWsPGoI2mO-v2lA2c1LRlu1iFaZVYhGo52uqywnVlunECfea7cORcb2JmJKhP4oJz02lEgL8f57GHQNbca/s400/locketfest1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596175239146110914" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Good Lord--- we are 6 weeks away from moving into our new studio. It's crazy. I am really happy with how it is coming, but when people tell you that renovating is a huge stress that will test your sanity? Believe them. When people said that to me in the beginning I completely thought, "Yeah, but I make stuff for a living. I'm used to this stuff." And I was CompletelyWrong--in fact, I can pretty much say I will never renovate a place that was in the Condition This Building Was, EVER AGAIN!! You know what it is? All the paperwork! Permits and Permits and Liscenses, and old rules on the book, and zoning!! Zoning?? ZONING!! The zoning of our building was originally we can sell art from it but not make any art in it. What? The whole Kit and Kaboodle was like that.<div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuS3ldbXDHzCdUBwe2uSp0LMrmEeiS4X7Uyp5JgBqNuSaYEzQkAh44mg-HAt74RJNIi11Ky-diutoFHMP3kMY5ZEjaqY58QXYGZEweH0KyH6hoE6SnEaPSHLKN0lo5W-hlAuO-BeobPjJY/s400/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596178036152504866" /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>We have pretty much all the plumbing in--we still have to turn on the water, so that happens sometime this week or next. And i have started to paint--which has changed the place dramatically. I consider myself an expert with color and yet when I got a beautiful buttercream out of the can I bought and painted it on the moldings, it was a no-holes-barred School Bus Yellow! So rethinking that one.....</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9370VdYbYOXw6MpdS-XpRRkA1nUQEZ911D_tQWj7Wr8RBYDzbfHJOKE3IHuO2kXnt4k1Y_0jSiDoU78xh159yp8BQkSY176MzHV-gm1Hb8Yms54qli64QnhlKyXTirannhbpe6yaFQKN/s400/mini2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596169427519421346" /><div><br /></div><div>So the upshot is I am packing this weekend so we can move slowly over the next 6 weeks instead of killing ourselves in the heat of early summer. And as I am Packing, I am also Sifting. So on my Etsy Site I am listing a lot of great Threads--I use primarily silk threads, And I am combining them into Colored Bundles --- great stuff if you embroider. I also have a bunch of Jewelry findings, so those are up there too. Piles of Suff. It's overwhelming how much stuff I have, but I am trying to be organized and just sift through, step by step.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm running a little sale to help get rid of this stuff: coupon code: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/AntoinetteWasHere?page=1#save">DESTASH15.</a> It's usable on the knits too, but it's getting a bit warm for knitwear! I will run it til my birthday--April 29th! And that's a whole Other Discussion--does anyone else feel time is speeding up at an incredibly Brisk Pace?</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, so that's it for now--</div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-35864088617727432622011-04-10T09:31:00.000-07:002011-04-10T12:12:31.307-07:00Ahhhhhh....Yeah.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuk5apjv7O-ePmrXBFNvZZBG7cWbBYpeA92GopG2mMu1mjzLWxq7FQwX_uue4ErJYgTAzzEikGmM3GYncOkOeSeB6p0Kyqn9oEo861y1YrxyZpaokk2m_McvvDZgTzd7x7r5_NOE-gLgem/s1600/Bluebeadedscan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuk5apjv7O-ePmrXBFNvZZBG7cWbBYpeA92GopG2mMu1mjzLWxq7FQwX_uue4ErJYgTAzzEikGmM3GYncOkOeSeB6p0Kyqn9oEo861y1YrxyZpaokk2m_McvvDZgTzd7x7r5_NOE-gLgem/s400/Bluebeadedscan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593994247874095106" /></a><br />Oh how I have disappointed myself here. I have become one of those abandoned blogs people trip across and find interesting, only to realize that they haven't been tended to in a year. Oh bleeeeeeh. The past 6 months have been tumultuous. <div><br /></div><div>First off, I rethought the Etsy thing. I was trying to make things More Difficult. Cause that's what I do. If it isn't uphill, you can Be Sure I will Dig a Hole and Build a Mountain with the Dirt, just so I can complain going up.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I reopened Etsy: <a href="http://AntoinetteWasHere.Etsy.Com">Antoinette Was Here.</a> All of my stitchery is there, and some supplies are soon to be posted. What I failed to understand about my Relationship to Etsy is how much they take care of that I just can't take care of on my own. So, for that I apologize to Etsy! What a Bizarre and Humbling realization....</div><div><br /></div><div>I also have been reconsidering my jobs, and maybe going back to school. I am not sure yet, or where, but I think perhaps, it's time. </div><div><br /></div><div>So many things have shifted in recent months. We should be moving to our new abode June 1st. Something about walking up stairs I built myself has me nervous. What is that? I can only speculate. But we are moving in just the same, and hopefully it will be ok. </div><div><br /></div><div>So hello all, and I look forward to catching up with folks here....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-3247924648030455422011-02-23T19:20:00.000-08:002011-02-23T19:38:36.981-08:00Helloooooooooooooooo!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9siqtRq0FzgJldrVE_fms_qX2sUVV2gnKYSjIGzjof4AKbKEQBOrCucqOlN5ai8Sab-1SBhSPNQswGVyKLwwI0J-2htvWu-JE5RNeFoKXSuieY7eq7xf9uCUaAK8-1OxieCPx8apjwkZn/s400/Bronte.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577091046368119762" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Well I'll be a Monkeys Uncle! I haven't written in two months. But things are going great. Things kept shifting, and shifting, and nosediving, and then pulling back up, and now we seem to have hit some sort of pace that seems do-able!!! As you can see, I have been hard at work on my crocheting don't ask me where this color palette came from. I am notorious for kind of murky Dutch painting type colors, but I saw that Marie Antoinette movie a ways back, and</div><div>something about the shoe sequence just Flipped Ma Switch, and Voile! I'm working in these four weird colors.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEieaUqwThntvGGH2ykbB-Ea8GH4WAWzRDpCdnDTkXI_AebcJvmH8vO1FMKzjL2DTE9eAE6XH6-TK2OY_HyFh0Z-NL2JykNxoyu4M1XRte37zoBjNsJ7QnEuhOOG6ny1RTbN1BJ9RW58V2/s400/THE+MERMAIDEN+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577092381494086386" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In other news: We got a place. Its sort of a weird rent to own deal that makes my Lawyer Best Friend keep rereading the Lease. But it's a good deal---We found a big brownstone just up the street, and it needs a bit of love.....</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWnRiYMpD3UlwVlFnWEDYhqs3BiLVPLgXYR6nukEEzFZqktlAKobwkvIibWBO95TOUHznV_5gmm6eR9GNU7AoHC-TarKzr0LBaq6ZmRvOplflGwH7LJUA1AyG6MuXMsVtkXknCs3jYXSp/s400/upstairs2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577093415848613762" />Ummmmm--it didn't even have stairs when we started. My fear of heights pushed us to build a set, and quick! There is a lot of lumber left in the place, and we are recycling whatever boards are good, and will burn the rest.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdrjiFY2dw-w0WW0HOqD5vK_iDyW4EMwiPtJJ6520rhrWHC551864PgHS3FzQt4BivMTqQO5BOOmRc3dipHCnCcMs7u101YebsARnwqXQ4vZeabkLxtM-hOnM8ZmgZx3L0MPY6RwSZgKj/s400/the+pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577093411900151474" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well--a lot of love! This is the first day. We are 5 weeks in now and it looks much better. We are installing a bathroom this weekend, and fixing all the brick work. Downstairs it has a cement floor, and we are going to put an actual glass studio in! I cannot believe we are doing it, but we are. It's so exciting. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I wish I were just sewing in a corner somewhere. My work load has tripled (can't complain--money is good) and we work on this albatross on the weekends. But I am pretty happy. Hope all is well with you all. I have to start making the rounds and seeing whateveryones up to....</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perpetua</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-63481629992057896792011-01-03T07:38:00.000-08:002011-01-03T08:00:24.014-08:00HAPPY errrr... JANUARY 3rd!!!!Wow--That was the holidays! I'll give you the abridged addition:<div><br /></div><div>--Came home from Thanksgiving</div><div>--Got a terrible round of hives (boyfriend is a welder and I'm allergic to the nickel in metal--YOU think about that really hard for a sec...)</div><div>--Boyfriend was rear-ended at a stop sign totaling three week old car. He was ok except for a great big black eye that everyone kept saying I gave him.</div><div>--Spent days and days getting insurance settled. They finally gave us money and a seven day rental car. We had to find new car in 7 days.</div><div>--Got food poisoning with boyfriend while looking for car.</div><div>--Got car on Christmas Eve from a car auction set in a crazy dustbowl parking lot that looked like Mad Max ---- cars were being towed all over, and there were trucks and people doing donuts. We affectionately called it "Carmeggedon". </div><div>--Drove to in laws in new wonderful car, it's a 12 year old Volvo and it makes you believe that everything does happen for a reason.</div><div>--Experienced Christmas, worked all last week, experienced New Years</div><div><br /></div><div>AND--am finally home again, back to my routine, which makes the Little Old Lady in me Very very HAPPY!!!! I don't know why I like routine, but I get all bent out of shape when there is none to be found.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure the last thing anyone wants to see at this point and time are pictures of treats, but I did manage to do Two Things; bake beautiful Christmas Cookies with Stella, and start to bake Whole-Grain Yeasted breads and make sculptures out of them. I took the pictures of all thinking to put them up here, so Belated It IS, but here you go--my culinary masterpeices:</div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FNxnrFjW0OWjnOlPJ3DVcOYcIQifmxWeW99tuGjgI_T-5NmcH5RKSVU5VOxJix36QYuHwVho4ebdr0H_BjLQ96vV7SnD0knsklaWyhNHa3Zfu7BnZziqyN5CJyUnwwvZ6PdfrRkRORog/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557985239692251730" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYsINIm91ZeFOEThGpDDBMNbVtkk4cGLxmtkH0cEKV_Svx0IZndLTrVSYayvnD0H7jZEkBPTaouEc06wtgrGTJWc8jq_VngYnxYk1wQLa8qYegKsnyTiQ0OGF_QImnnFq71DX_SXjHJVG/s1600/photo-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYsINIm91ZeFOEThGpDDBMNbVtkk4cGLxmtkH0cEKV_Svx0IZndLTrVSYayvnD0H7jZEkBPTaouEc06wtgrGTJWc8jq_VngYnxYk1wQLa8qYegKsnyTiQ0OGF_QImnnFq71DX_SXjHJVG/s400/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557985260545029666" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTULc7fz7a_WL-uEnSJ0sMoVL8JbM5sJjGWS9PMkJ9dPUSzHfy8YI4Qj0jrBqmZ0mTYRtM7-YSLJZ0PfoRYBkI2-j_Ary6ZDyXYRrZWQjUMFjZr40bmbbb-y7AY5UYNnuR7cM05IAMY3E/s400/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557985243470216674" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCU7gsYCY2O-UCABMGI_UjbKo41GmRhQMybIVYP0Je_9KGWCMv_Y02B6YqVYvBDuhTxGUAvr_FHU_wmncpV8h2lBTT-2JDyrVO4jhEHRdSDEvg5jUrGHddchvjUsZYX0W25LnaD0VOjRr/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557985244502485698" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DEB6GNkgGk_aZCJ2T5WxPBAIRg30Qh4qmY2bdMk5fFsmJy-xIzS0N9ephewPf7macHkayIdF1TvJxOSoOKE9vIGSnR2EEN0_GphIqtEzwZMc0FPaGO7LHYhB6clv0UgaCkRO4d89sucF/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557985249555637282" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I have Long Loved baking bread from Scratch, so I am very happy to be back at it. And if you do the whole grain thing, it takes a bit longer, but the bread you get from it is INCREDIBLY healthy!! Crazy! It's a good project for the multi-tasker in me: If nothing else works out, at least the bread gets made!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-19639151434623675332010-11-30T09:00:00.000-08:002010-11-30T09:16:46.236-08:00Did I just take a Hiatus???It certainly feels like it!! But real life called, and I didn't take the computer!! But I am certainly back! I spent a True Wonderful thanksgiving back in New England with the people I love best. I was supposed to go to a Highschool reunion, but my two oldest friends and I decided to REALLY be nostalgic---in our PJ's in front of the TV, chatting and gossiping. It was wonderful.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fBNnxfPfNF6b5gTafMQXIbGl9D0NV7hpitsI76K7nnk54EIF6ykuYMeewnrRcSBb5UR1hPdLBdG1nIYN8XC67_YYkdJQ0q_uypPFKxnKbXUtMg59uyidnVIL91RzxtI-814MacRM3RG_/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545389101257750242" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGOOEYGqvJT5cfg5Qk-KuD5QyNJLCvICC5ATTe7UCo3E7Yc2St42s1SC-eV9wj3FWmhmE8avk-a74wyK2VReajzzKHYfdVX3fL02m5gl1JUgbSlRcKKGT5wU1jToBcbedLL35wIqiZqITb/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGOOEYGqvJT5cfg5Qk-KuD5QyNJLCvICC5ATTe7UCo3E7Yc2St42s1SC-eV9wj3FWmhmE8avk-a74wyK2VReajzzKHYfdVX3fL02m5gl1JUgbSlRcKKGT5wU1jToBcbedLL35wIqiZqITb/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGOOEYGqvJT5cfg5Qk-KuD5QyNJLCvICC5ATTe7UCo3E7Yc2St42s1SC-eV9wj3FWmhmE8avk-a74wyK2VReajzzKHYfdVX3fL02m5gl1JUgbSlRcKKGT5wU1jToBcbedLL35wIqiZqITb/s400/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545389108718565954" /></a><div>We were mostly with my Best friend, with her family by the beach. I have known them since I was 9 years old! I have known them three times longer than I have not known them. Isn't that strange? I take pride in that somehow. If nothing else speaks well of my life, then the relationships up there in that house do. It was nothing short of Bliss.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdPS7UbTeMyjzEs77ZPAuhuQo1vFl9evQNE8pp_xzAsKUMpGVChUpknVAI3PbfShyphenhyphen6n5GROZ9OEcWbCRCCa1n_tLSLesYLnHvbbjxYfxT01fXvzH4aJdjzxVWJDiG6EWHiIaqVXtlWesS/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdPS7UbTeMyjzEs77ZPAuhuQo1vFl9evQNE8pp_xzAsKUMpGVChUpknVAI3PbfShyphenhyphen6n5GROZ9OEcWbCRCCa1n_tLSLesYLnHvbbjxYfxT01fXvzH4aJdjzxVWJDiG6EWHiIaqVXtlWesS/s400/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545389101169386658" /></a>Other Snippets of News; we bought a car. I have never been a car person. I have no idea how the Whole World decided to Balance Itself on the Four Wheels of Automobiles. I have owned but one other car for 10 months in the early 90's. I see the convenience of it, but the expense seems ridiculous!!! I was semi forced into getting it---my Honey needs it to get to jobs that have no public transport. And it was kind of nice to go to a grocery store and not bike the groceries home....... but it feels like such an expensive, wasteful luxury. I took the Bus to work yesterday just to Spite it. It's a sweet ole thing though, a 1991 Wagon. It has very few miles, which apparently is a very good thing. And it is very spacious. And no one wants to break into it for sure!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIjkEwVTFizdiMR6VahhDDcPn7xITVlE-DxpmcukzC1Cgv4hYuYDkwoKVceVRrJyvdAAvtX87jhTMZKKDmlbTToBfuYO6cLfBdc9-UZEpFsob0lDj0Zkq767JpNb5xqC1sv5up_Ejrx7p/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIjkEwVTFizdiMR6VahhDDcPn7xITVlE-DxpmcukzC1Cgv4hYuYDkwoKVceVRrJyvdAAvtX87jhTMZKKDmlbTToBfuYO6cLfBdc9-UZEpFsob0lDj0Zkq767JpNb5xqC1sv5up_Ejrx7p/s400/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545389096055765202" /></a>And now I am home. Back to the real world. I have closed my Etsy Site, and I will be opening a website in the next month. I am refocusing my energies into a few good projects between glass and thread, and will go from there!! </div></div><div><br /></div><div>xo</div><div>P</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-19655689923904207982010-11-17T05:00:00.000-08:002010-11-17T05:24:53.468-08:00I am not an Italian Maestro<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuklaFqywmG3TNq7EBhVIWeMIw6uA1JLsxmdmMgIoQdjVJHTwsbkjDeFhBJFuu_UrY1z273VUxLWuxxnaNnGWqkWuY3F3gf47Y2pe62bpuOVgT9B1eFBYXGSN9wg15U7ffbGAlZqX878-/s400/Russian2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540503547940408578" />I Feel like I am always out of time These Days--and everything is only Half of what it Should Be. But my Spirits have been lifting after quite a few weeks of Self Introspection. I keep mentioning that Venus is in Retrograde--and I know it's just superstitious Nonsense, but she IS the House of Art, Luxury, and Creativity, as well as Profit, and she IS my signs Ruler, so since she is going Direct TOMORROW and I am feeling BETTER--I'm just going with it. Forgive me for turning into Stevie Nicks just to get out of my rut.....<div><br /></div><div>I have been working, as you can see, but not just for me, which is why everything has been quiet here. Gotta Pay the bills. But what I have been coming up with has some merit.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircJe4xHPoznEz7tI-a_PJJqm1ZezsITNCSuYszrXkn8ZpEUb56FQaVcRPY4HcOEM2bCv8-n_kWFnHNjK9QT5K4_PjODHzpF1YGlJamX3-7DEP1huR-4j-y-O2wiMhOAYfJGUke4KNDZwQ/s1600/DSC_0448.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircJe4xHPoznEz7tI-a_PJJqm1ZezsITNCSuYszrXkn8ZpEUb56FQaVcRPY4HcOEM2bCv8-n_kWFnHNjK9QT5K4_PjODHzpF1YGlJamX3-7DEP1huR-4j-y-O2wiMhOAYfJGUke4KNDZwQ/s400/DSC_0448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540503560654176242" /></a><br /></div><div>These are new ideas in Crocheted cottons and cashmere. I am also working on a high necked version of a collar, but it is not going quite as I had hoped. We shall see. The Ring at the top of the page is called Russian Tablecloth--it looks like Russian/Slavic Peasant Embroidery to me. I am sure my Mother, who has great disdain for Anachronism, would be more than happy to correct my perception of the piece, but that's what I am going with. Anyways---</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHozVUioTu3rcEpbnHEyeNj28E0EeYgpx_xOU_KwCwUiNP-zG_W5KZMNB4SbQWM6wUdCrDjMUhHcjpUbsQxZHlXFCoJEmDTIpda9BDK8sP4wWGHHm9p2BJFWGL851sHesC2_cgybr7G57/s1600/DSC_0447.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHozVUioTu3rcEpbnHEyeNj28E0EeYgpx_xOU_KwCwUiNP-zG_W5KZMNB4SbQWM6wUdCrDjMUhHcjpUbsQxZHlXFCoJEmDTIpda9BDK8sP4wWGHHm9p2BJFWGL851sHesC2_cgybr7G57/s400/DSC_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540503553481236178" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I like the idea of the Russian Tablecloth so much I am going to be working in those colors and ideas with these crocheted collars. I have not thought out how that will work, but I like the design of these so far. I think I need to rethink the base colors. I need a Mustardey Greeney yarn....Anyways--I think they could be beautiful. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLdhDcJWe3tR1LOd_nvKxkZgoPCj_vc9lVaasNwYAjZfR9IXk4OiBh1XiRpXQGEQIhUTdwA4vBMGB6KBYKtIk59y6AuUHjJLtZX4BXNEnCNkJXEmTaGnbw3ZPeSTJVhbFzI8PxUVqa8IG/s1600/Russian3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLdhDcJWe3tR1LOd_nvKxkZgoPCj_vc9lVaasNwYAjZfR9IXk4OiBh1XiRpXQGEQIhUTdwA4vBMGB6KBYKtIk59y6AuUHjJLtZX4BXNEnCNkJXEmTaGnbw3ZPeSTJVhbFzI8PxUVqa8IG/s400/Russian3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540503542726500786" /></a>And lastly, I have sat with my glass work for some hours, and have realized that I love glass, but I am no cup maker. I have to let the idea of functional glass go. There is no future in it, and honestly, I don't like making things like goblets, or cups or bowls. And you can go get those at Target for 2.50. No--I have decided, the Glass work has to be for love of the Process, and Love of the Medium. I have to get a Kiln up and running, and start getting back to my castings, without putting pressure on myself to be a Italian Maestro. I am. not. an. Italian. Maestro. It has to be about loving the medium again. </div><div><br /></div><div>The good news is? I don't have to hate Glass anymore if I stick to my Guns.</div><div><br /></div><div>Other News: I am going to join the BeeKeepers Guild. I am going to become a Bee keeper. Well, I think I am. I am going to a meeting tomorrow night to see if this is something I could get into. I have always been fascinated my the whole thing, so I am going to go see if I could be a Keeper. Apparently it all really starts in January/February for the Bees --Long before we think of Spring, so I am just in time to start the new Season! </div><div><br /></div><div>And Tea: I am visiting my family next week after a rather large Rift, of quite a few Years. I am taking Tea. And I am very excited. </div><div><br /></div><div>xo</div><div>P</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-4264926602538677082010-11-11T05:02:00.000-08:002010-11-11T05:09:43.403-08:00Pretty Pretty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR9fnI7X7Al7f7KPpSV0AMvxHtWDn-vLtqu-K-1M7GHxsONzYf8bDLiIb5LHqZ-Zp7IckMzy6dJHcz4EuWUXIA68Aj201erGpZI81Qjjl9M0rcHyE4_hesfBUss9N6OpiGdu_qWJylAVCV/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR9fnI7X7Al7f7KPpSV0AMvxHtWDn-vLtqu-K-1M7GHxsONzYf8bDLiIb5LHqZ-Zp7IckMzy6dJHcz4EuWUXIA68Aj201erGpZI81Qjjl9M0rcHyE4_hesfBUss9N6OpiGdu_qWJylAVCV/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538278513027260770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbO84RtytZB65J_ENO9ntJPaC3NRGRXf8C67JVxS5TpaN5xwjK8LmKKrVT1yZaA-5vuN8v0_dpFGoMNU3V8zJAYQv21POTwcjnaiXlouY6VY3vEfrwwlRPJsmty4a9cQhJNC2g_kekyUs8/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbO84RtytZB65J_ENO9ntJPaC3NRGRXf8C67JVxS5TpaN5xwjK8LmKKrVT1yZaA-5vuN8v0_dpFGoMNU3V8zJAYQv21POTwcjnaiXlouY6VY3vEfrwwlRPJsmty4a9cQhJNC2g_kekyUs8/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538277400632713378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqTpxuFOrgM5aUJDq7XjWexuo6NFzJEEmKMNyJmr4dhCTqHBvlq0TUIX0LclxaX-rGyq7nUQle6xJQ7yD60YZCerxa57ureD3qy4XxG3hYbhc5j1boQXYDodx1VbOOwsuYcNbnKrPiLP9/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqTpxuFOrgM5aUJDq7XjWexuo6NFzJEEmKMNyJmr4dhCTqHBvlq0TUIX0LclxaX-rGyq7nUQle6xJQ7yD60YZCerxa57ureD3qy4XxG3hYbhc5j1boQXYDodx1VbOOwsuYcNbnKrPiLP9/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538277394524865026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6N0XgauaymHRhtlvD4ys7XvwUrSmnmWacV3U_naNN8NYQX2WN4hmrPVG9JOtqPSeS2Knoy35zNnpmFRccPZZWAQ3SR6ImL8RiCMVIxfNc7bJ1lOx5chBwXpiNwc_QnmISLYjuGLtQVfQ2/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6N0XgauaymHRhtlvD4ys7XvwUrSmnmWacV3U_naNN8NYQX2WN4hmrPVG9JOtqPSeS2Knoy35zNnpmFRccPZZWAQ3SR6ImL8RiCMVIxfNc7bJ1lOx5chBwXpiNwc_QnmISLYjuGLtQVfQ2/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538277389837431698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><u>I'm working I'm working!! I'm going to post these on etsy this weekend.</u></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy09MrPd1XPkOTXjlFVMl235EfAja_lh1I35DIXEHf75KP_FCkwhdHCGuGGlrf5XxraQbCX86juJQm8aFyqRn-31KJcEzu7OHRT-PZ2h4zPR1UfBq4dOY_Ix5VqQtL1p_78gNjiU-yUqNV/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-51033511204618739582010-11-09T05:20:00.000-08:002010-11-09T05:50:28.635-08:00Mysterious Bag<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfk_tKL-B-yEFhIozQZiEAffqX_OXmeW7O_DjFVvRcwhj9wiUlU-FP5Sc-NjcEa_o5nnL-o6ft6BT1L0GZfTUHj97YV5sEzkU1nT9aZ7BiM2WIBCpzCnenF8vUahe-oCDBcEBnjw2E-ah/s1600/bag.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfk_tKL-B-yEFhIozQZiEAffqX_OXmeW7O_DjFVvRcwhj9wiUlU-FP5Sc-NjcEa_o5nnL-o6ft6BT1L0GZfTUHj97YV5sEzkU1nT9aZ7BiM2WIBCpzCnenF8vUahe-oCDBcEBnjw2E-ah/s400/bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537539594713665362" /></a>Well--the fact of the matter is I am getting up there. I am not 40, but it is Looming, not near enough to see the Crows Feet, but Near Enough to know I have to start taking care of myself. So like any Modern Day Girl would do---I went to a Chinese Doctor!!! She asked me lots of questions---far more, frankly, than any doctor I had been to before. Reliving the details I was forced to tell her about my body make me want to <i>Die of Shame,</i> as my good New Englanders upbringing so dictates. Agh.<div><br /></div><div>I go elsewhere for Acupuncture (FYI: There is an amazing movement out there for <a href="http://www.communityacupuncturenetwork.org">Community Acupuncture</a>---they have them in most big cities, the standard is $15 a visit. Do not be afraid--just go!), so I just went for the Herb, as they say.<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwhyphenhyphent4Dcyq_H7bKcS122gi1sNrT3kVq3oqMQ7xpmBdJ3gzeqnPA-B2AqftHUngByVaF-D-7d-DnykKIqIs7t-aTFx0CY5rcz26Xksgnwq3BDwBB0QUqB9g-W_V7Hi1FgNXxgph-zVmiup/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwhyphenhyphent4Dcyq_H7bKcS122gi1sNrT3kVq3oqMQ7xpmBdJ3gzeqnPA-B2AqftHUngByVaF-D-7d-DnykKIqIs7t-aTFx0CY5rcz26Xksgnwq3BDwBB0QUqB9g-W_V7Hi1FgNXxgph-zVmiup/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537539592797394722" /></a>She asks all these questions, and then she gives you a paper bag with about a pound of stuff that looks like styrofoam Slivers, Bark, Mold and Twigs. Well, for my perscription anyhow. Then you Stew this in a crockpot for 8 hours until the smell is so overwhelming that People in your Building start asking "What. the. hell. is. that?" with their faces all shriveled up. It's a little humbling to tell them you are about to drink it....</div><div><br /></div><div>A few actually love the smell, most are disgusted. I am on the disgusted end. But I am nothing if not Committed to this Process (I just spent money on) so I drink 4 oz of this brown "tea" morning and evening. I am a week in now. I went to level off the Monthly Crazies, and I didn't notice much change there (when I was weeping to my Guy this weekend that he wants to leave me because he bought a pair of skinny jeans....he really is such an angel....). But my other complaints do seem alleviated somewhat. I am determined to stay on it. So I have another 3 weeks of what I would call "A fair trial". My Guy tried a sip of the brew (I warned him that it would be balancing his PMS, but he dove right in)---he said it tasted like dirt, coffee grounds, cinnamon and vodka. It's a pretty apt description. I would add "burnt licorice".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHUl0y3_3r44q3lKLGIJMX4Dw_kAmQypb7vtIQ5Mp5fu2evT98MZuPqLWeaygMd4cJIwdNlBydazdlC1OphXxr9_s2pdNTa5ScW4fRJzzaBmsKqjbW3ckD3qoe-04QFAb_W4ZjYeabg6U/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHUl0y3_3r44q3lKLGIJMX4Dw_kAmQypb7vtIQ5Mp5fu2evT98MZuPqLWeaygMd4cJIwdNlBydazdlC1OphXxr9_s2pdNTa5ScW4fRJzzaBmsKqjbW3ckD3qoe-04QFAb_W4ZjYeabg6U/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537539584332078498" /></a>To kill the lingering taste of this mornings cup, I followed up with a pot of Chocolate Cinnamon Ceylon Tea. Ahhhh! I am home today, and yesterday I did all the Domestic Duties I was supposed to. So today is Just Art all day. Yay.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>xo</div><div>P</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-6820363833245421332010-11-07T07:27:00.001-08:002010-11-08T06:16:00.817-08:00Working Working<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfB4Zqrbvx9guh7XcBvuR9YETvfh6TiTsI408oIFK7cbqjRROe-3t-WTOtt0Dg-kPtcdbZB52i0P5H-xIOigqx91P_rXGq3FSdvZrT74CfqLxNBpgrXdEwk_LfTMdTNa_hW2KxtGn2lyZL/s400/blossom2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536829937922564514" /><div>I have had the lovliest weekend! The weather has been quite Agreeable--perfect Fall. My Better Half had the weekend off, so we spent all day yesterday Walking and Talking and enjoying . Stella has said it, and I have said it, but I always forget it---there have to be Dates. If you don't have dates--well--it makes all of it harder. You have to leave the house with lipstick on and see them talking to new people. It's so good.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today has to be a work day--paperwork. But I DID get a nice bit of designing and sewing in this week. The above is Tiny, Little. It look like a tiny little Russian Tablecloth. I am really liking working small.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshcA92u4fDde7Il8zJAVLSpruo6Xg_s6CWlt8pb8J0SdAAA-Ec-UrNy0EKVXMSIY24fVb1WNo37FdcSnLE4Kmu8ftExHy94_NF-NuHThuRDxFaRdWevbALQ7gawIahJDK5ECTP7sRyDrG/s400/blossom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536832493158815346" />This one is small too. It's not as complicated as the other. It reads better from a distance. In my head all my projects have been getting smaller. If I want to analyze it, I would say, I am finally working in a size I can Manage. </div><div><br /></div><div>I finally seem to have rid myself of the need to Shout from across the Schoolyard. Working the Fine Painstaking detail in 1 inch Ideas. </div><div><br /></div><div>Today's Tea was Jade Oolong. Quite good! I got myself back to the straight good tea! But I have begun to blend some really good teas---lemongrasses and vanilla, and chocolate. Some are disasterous--but a few have been quite good. I am working up to a Holiday Blend of some sort...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Well that's it for this beautiful Sunday Morning. I must get to work--hope everyone is having a beautiful weekend.</div><div><br /></div><div>xo</div><div>P </div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-40075624774032294912010-11-01T05:04:00.000-07:002010-11-01T05:29:53.008-07:00<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhTg2zCsnZNXHBd3gyeOqeQQwB6Mtvgt07zZrMZ1fbCrsoUuUH6RKNDZ_Jo-8bkWU_Y0dX-wMyYf8L9yNtcbXSC5xZk-eFv_LQBeRCVSW6BjiGpogudnp5qjlUBjAYz1WjRuQshKVI9j9/s400/-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534551220235971906" />I really wish I had made this!!! But I am feeling inspired just by looking at it. I like the idea of it. I think sometimes artists get tripped up by their material---they love it so much it gets in the way of the work. It happens in all three of my favorite mediums---Film, Glass and Fiber. The Trip up in film is complicated and I won't do my Soapbox Thing right now--suffice to say that the idea of the Red Carpet ruins 80% of films, from seedling to finish. Glass----it's the process. Glassblowers get drunk on process. To Make, To Make,To see the Hot glowing goo do what it does. And with fabric and fiber, it's the Sumptuousness of the whole affair. I have both Tattered Bits and 15 Yard Stacks of Fabric that I can barely touch because it is so beautiful. It's almost painful to cut into it. I do my best work with the ugly crummy stuff I practice on.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> I have been away for a couple weeks, but I am back!! And I have made some decisions! </div><div><br /></div><div>1. I was reading an Etsy post about pricing your work. So I sat down and did some REAL math. Labor, supplies. The upshot is---the collars cost $1200 retail, and the rings cost $750 retail. Ummmmm..... </div><div><br /></div><div>Two choices: Dumb it down or stick to my guns, make them Finer and Better and more Beautiful. Price Accordingly. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going after Price Accordingly. I have to. It's just Time. I became so worried about making a sale--with my glass especially ( I know I haven't shown much here, but I have been deciding where to go with it and it was a little painful to talk about), that I started lowering the price--and --oh my--<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">the quality</span>. That's not who I am. So--a recommitment to Quality, and I also--WOW--am going to ask for what pieces are worth from now on. And I think I need to think outside of Etsy. I can't compete with the pricing that people have there. I just can't!</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tYzveads7klZfS2sWnW_j9TJfAqGz-thRS-3PotE5U0I9uFZ_aW_1BJhBGQqTZYpIbZCS9SprsBEmA7pc3MWTUz0z3tLCpK-R05FVTkI5bFAkrUA1Fh5iO_huKHUhh4IK1bIAZg1TVri/s400/Old_Calendar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555423099084850" /></div><div>Next: I need Deadlines!! Does anyone else want a Deadline? I am going to be handing out a Deadline Sometime in the Next Two weeks. If anyone else would like a Deadline---please ask---we can Share one. I need the Deadline. </div><div><br /></div><div>So that is is for today--I am hopefully back again--barring any Apple Malfunctions!!</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div>Perpetua</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-53134085882214076962010-10-22T11:52:00.000-07:002010-10-22T11:59:48.065-07:00Poisoned Apple!My Mac done Sizzled and Fizzled!! For some reason the Socket on my laptop got very hot and <span style="font-style: italic;">Charred</span>----yes Charred!!! Think Steak and Ribs and that crispy black stuff on Barbecue that I just found out is supposed to give you Stomach Cancer. But it was my MAC! Yikes.<br /><br />Josh--the Apparent Genius, at Apple, was very nice and told me it would cost $106 to fix, and then told me it would cost nothing, but I don't have it for a week!!! So I am missing my New Found Blog Habit--but I'll be back after the weekend. For now---I saw this online from an artist named Amy Long---I thought it very interesting.<br /><img src="http://blog.craftzine.com/amylong1.jpg" id="il_fi" height="375" width="500" /><br /><br />But I am actually On the Clock at the moment---but keep your fingers crossed for my laptop!<br /><br />xo<br />perpetuaPerpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-84910306297781998292010-10-17T06:12:00.000-07:002010-10-19T16:07:33.419-07:00The Softer Side of Bling<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQK9-gelJj7UCwRSi3jBIikF3z-DabfD2ebG6Ov56yIPmDgLwMnIJeiiQnKvshp-l4msADF-gRllCs0NPo1SUi4Z-DxbZyz4tYtzDkT0BUNqNMB4yRvY6iiiHCmQtuoE176JEt1oznuhh/s400/ring1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529007477554823346" />In Work Department, I have been getting really frustrated with how long everything is taking. Which I know is Crazy and everyone will tell you that it's not about Product, it's about Process. But when I am going crazy getting frustrated, it's not about the Product at all---it's about all the other ideas that float by that I can't catch and start because I am chained to an epic project. In Short: Anne Boleyn's Time Line Project is on hold. And in the meantime--I am making these Embroidered Box Rings!!<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsXoSC-pHOQFSe8lW29K0gsnYrqlgtFPJLRfT_GGBTt37N4mS6LEXv50JZkrohBCR1O1cCIu_ZOle7cKdpwJ81PmFP__CaoStbCSKbezo5e4ikSYdnzsp1Uf1VkqHmlPa-fu3Ue-PjLzb/s400/ring5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529007478823601938" />I kinda love them. In my early twenties, I was at Parsons School of Design in NYC, and I got fed up with how art school was. I was so disillusioned by what I saw going on with my education. It was a business, and I was sad. So I moved to Cape Cod and got a job at a bakery. And they taught me to decorate Wedding Cakes. These Rings totally remind me of doing that!!! They are like tiny little bitesized wedding cakes!! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNgBRK2fncQGoQIFhXPZDS8jJHTPsC0pGmC1FohXn68_qxcAKi9lxei1NAAFUsLlq7J0EAPcS3hzsN8yCy7dnsnAafMZUk5r-1xECUvaUFLFj9VO7bAMCH9W2Abz5LTyHst6JKOjSU_k5/s1600/ring2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNgBRK2fncQGoQIFhXPZDS8jJHTPsC0pGmC1FohXn68_qxcAKi9lxei1NAAFUsLlq7J0EAPcS3hzsN8yCy7dnsnAafMZUk5r-1xECUvaUFLFj9VO7bAMCH9W2Abz5LTyHst6JKOjSU_k5/s400/ring2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529007867360946242" /></a>The one above is still being finished. Anyways. The length of the project allows me to switch gears if I get another idea, or if I get sick of one color combo, it's practically finished and I can go look at Blues or Greens or whatever I need to at the moment. <div><br /></div><div>In a way it's kind of a discovery about my Process, to realize that I feel Trapped when I get involved in a long project.... I have to think about that a bit...... I also tried my hand at dress designing---it isn't that impressive. I really like it, but it was pointed out to me that it looks like a 1940's Jail Uniform for women....but you know, I am okay with that. What I need to understand better is how to deal with that saggy middle part, while still allowing myself to get in and out. Darts, yes, but then you are assuming I can deal with zippers, which I cannot!!!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFUOREyEajTQOJ3a9uiFiR9fQsWYEAepDK0FSa_Jber4Ei175jrERdgYeaIPvgMAslLCJczcuPgWdnOYbgXZDBcwi3UtJ0ZTdGJhAPwmf0JzPaImk5VX-067IzBX-m4ot0sCjn5CPps1g/s1600/dress1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFUOREyEajTQOJ3a9uiFiR9fQsWYEAepDK0FSa_Jber4Ei175jrERdgYeaIPvgMAslLCJczcuPgWdnOYbgXZDBcwi3UtJ0ZTdGJhAPwmf0JzPaImk5VX-067IzBX-m4ot0sCjn5CPps1g/s400/dress1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529007488841491154" /></a><br /></div><div>So today is Bound to be Glorious---off on our bikes to have Brunch with my Love, hit our favorite junk shop, then this afternoon we are going to try to design unusual <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcGP0hdq13w&feature=related">Sky Lanterns</a>---this is a new obssesion I haven't mentioned to date..... Then tonight I am sleeping over Stella's, and tomorrow we are going to try to go Apple Picking!!! Very exciting Fall Weather kind of stuff.....</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Today's Tea was Almond Oolong</b>: So, it was ok. I think I need to get off the flavors though. I am missing straight up good old fashioned tea. A nice Assam. A Ceylon. A proper Oolong. I think when they flavor tea they use a lesser grade tea leaf, they are all short and stubby, and they don't blossom the way good tea does. A good tea leaf is pretty to look at wet or dry. And these are really depressing looking bits of mulch.....</div><div><br /></div><div>xo</div><div>Perpetua<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-21365199906777038562010-10-12T17:05:00.000-07:002010-10-13T20:13:29.514-07:00Embroidery Baldness<div style="text-align: center;">Well I have been Super MIA this week. It's been a combination of things--- all put together, Shaken and Stirred. And it all resulted in me not writing. On the Life-Affirming end of things, My sewing machine is fixed and I started to finish projects that have been Frozen in Time.Nothing more depressing then walking into your studio and seeing projects flopping around on the Floor Like Half Dead Fish gasping for air. So the most Fantastic thing I finished was this:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VVmuxnqx0Ei0sQjqGdOoh097NcUwReVgiRF58ph6Pn9ctUwWD3W7LKHLeodBqc5HmoCRu-nREbPGokXX_4gXnx3ujH0chHkyfQrufsimsw_Op3GBCveoFMhxzcJwEE3l4vIjY5aNwVbD/s400/pursefull.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527498450441460802" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Fall Bag!!!! I am so thrilled.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglOB631uEC7W6XYgEz9d9rdAaOGgkSWb8jURpyYtKHEo48VVO2FgcdABpB_nuv8DIeGEqW68kEqumCwfZWjyc1JdU8Hd1iHxAmqLUiMP-lg7EsJS_evu_Yee07SEdDRte9f0jnFZ8d-fdA/s400/purse1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527498447214529778" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> Lemme tell you---it's not exactly the most amazing example of Stitchery ever. But I found this old blue leather coat for $8 and I cut it all up and Voila!!! I have a Fall bag. Very satisfying.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And I am working away on the Anne Boelyn neckwarmer. I am very frustrated about how long it's taking. This is the thing with Embroidery and me. I say "I will make this one simple" and so I start to and then I look at it and it looks like it's Balding. And Embroidery Baldness is not a Pretty thing. So then the French Knots start up and suddenly I'm in it for weeks. And I pick a teeny tiny strand of thread!!!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0I0-i1kr5G_IV6WAraQLC8PIKlu9uSzG7IHYEk53WmM98TP0rmSuobIdhD2s1iYPptsh09S3qTm9xA20vjo19U1zH-QG7lHvF1pql86yPiMM1rOTkObvs_XPy8Zw3jz6xUmREDiFRLSBG/s400/Annefrenchknot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527498457491054130" /><div> But I do like the texture of teeny tiny french knots. It's very like pointilism from a Colorists perspective. I wonder if I could do work like <a href="http://www.moma.org/interactives/exhibitions/1998/close/">Chuck Close</a> but in french knots....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And Finally.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApArrx5oNl_0Hf86S108E8i3xlZJmcjnBQoOYDcsmh67rA20HTWljLwdiuBmAV7DBv2n76-7HDe8UW7x1XpWtiC7gx1VUFlOEDcqLjL-GrzmXgvPhMNWiXuYpK-DiqabySbGcXXOetEj7/s400/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527500838130352066" /></div><div><br /></div><div>My friend Patrick walked into a woods a few weeks ago, a beautiful magical woods, and he did not come out. I wish I could do him justice here, and say all that he was. But I cannot. By the age of 23 he had started a circus in the detroit area that is still running today. He made the best coffee in the world and never gave away the recipe. He believed in magical things. He really liked fire. He dressed up in kevlar suits and had people shoot fireworks at him. He had a cat named Herman that travelled everywhere with him in a beat up old van covered in Advice. He made glass frogs with different hair-do's in wire. His favorite medium was polished cement. He taught me to weld---the first thing I made was that question mark up above. And now when I look at it, I think, well, that really says it all. </div><div><br /></div><div>I heard from him on September 2nd. I had told him I had a dream about him. His P.S. to me was "I hope in your dream -- I was seen as a strong and joyful being." And so, dear Patrick, that's the way I am going to remember you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your mission today, Lest you not hear it in the words above-go call your friends, the people who are dear to you. Let them know. Send care packages. Knit scarves. Just let them know!</div><div><br /></div><div>XO</div><div>Perpetua</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-23605806235293075752010-10-06T04:24:00.000-07:002010-10-06T05:00:34.331-07:00Patience and Perpetua<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3YpTTwb7rYHXYT5jMsMGPQ6uKvfwv0TlGQCFCLFE4DT7tzl4Tejdi2geaBquLd-7sjdWn7CZGNDux1LCVzP5bYgTKdwC_BiXN1Rqh3ffE1IKY3AfnypCxV4j4pPxnSgQ9a1jAFqSqcxN/s1600/DSC00049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3YpTTwb7rYHXYT5jMsMGPQ6uKvfwv0TlGQCFCLFE4DT7tzl4Tejdi2geaBquLd-7sjdWn7CZGNDux1LCVzP5bYgTKdwC_BiXN1Rqh3ffE1IKY3AfnypCxV4j4pPxnSgQ9a1jAFqSqcxN/s400/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524894006681581458" /></a>I am working too fast. Not like "Oh I am so prolific and woo-hoo look at all this beautiful work!!" It's a lot more like Stumbling around a Dark Garage tripping over Oil Cans. This collar had such promise--Weird Color Scheme, but the Bullion Stitches really coiled all over themselves nicely. I have not been sketching them out before hand, These have been like doodles in thread---which I like, but then you get a Mutated Red Flower at the focal point, and you think --- well---I should be planning maybe a wee bit!! So I need to really just get back to loving this and slowing down.<div><br /></div><div><b>In other news: Film!</b> I am beginning a documentary about women who use the Domestic Arts to make Gallery Art. The Idea came from Yarn Bombers that are popping up all around town. I did a great deal of research and discovered artists who were using Traditionally Female Duties and Squeezing beautiful Art out of Them. <a href="http://knittaporfavor.wordpress.com/">Magda Saye</a>g in Houston Texas, touted as the Originator of the Yarn Bomb trend, has agreed to be interviewed for it. Also <a href="http://www.organon9worlds.com/">Rebecca Purcell</a> whose ideas on Adornment are Fantastic. I have artists for cooking and housecleaning as well. </div><div><br /></div><div> At some point soon I will have to put up a blog about it. The Hitch has been the title! I was going to call it "Woman's Work". I kinda like that. But it's lacking in color and flavor. I want a good word, or to Coin an all descriptive phrase about it. Like Tarnation, or Religiolous. And I can't come up with it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think Titles are Terribly Important. If the title is Right, People know what you are talking about before you utter one word. </div><div><br /></div><div>If anyone has ideas, please do offer up!! I'll give you a credit in the film!! Title Creator? Is that a job? Well it is now!</div><div><br /></div><div>Perpetua</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-84807990182620220022010-10-04T05:22:00.000-07:002010-10-05T04:55:08.892-07:00Oh Henry!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzjwIUr4iwBTtTkr0NOB1e7kj21O1YftkxOKc-S7099pd3E_ZgTysCY7CfszbhnztMKxw2nwXA0FLYqR1dlgjZzjylKlxDgow4T-DyfwcEiVRDAvvxWyruWrRIM2BV3VjGRsCK_2VWu7x/s1600/anneboleyn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzjwIUr4iwBTtTkr0NOB1e7kj21O1YftkxOKc-S7099pd3E_ZgTysCY7CfszbhnztMKxw2nwXA0FLYqR1dlgjZzjylKlxDgow4T-DyfwcEiVRDAvvxWyruWrRIM2BV3VjGRsCK_2VWu7x/s400/anneboleyn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524165306244474530" /></a>OK---I am admitting to my addiction. I know it's already Over, and I know that it was actually, in all Reality, a Soap-Opera----but I am addicted to The Tudors. I just watched all four seasons in like Two weeks. I thought the last two seasons were depressing, so depressing. I guess Mortality was very a very hard Apple to Eat for Henry... and I could not quite get past Jonathan Rhys Meyers take on the aging Henry---He sounded more and more like Marlon Brando's Godfather as time wore on. But that aside---I have suddenly become immersed in Tudorage. I am reading a good bit of English History, and I can't help but think that my World History Teacher from 8th Grade would probably, at long last be able to Breathe a Sigh of Relief for me (I was a Terrible Student--T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E) terrible.<div><br /></div><div>Anyways---I started thinking a lot about time, and then TimeLines---and Voila--suddenly I started embroidering Anne Boelyn's Time Line. I am going to make it into a scarf. And the Irony was actually lost on me for a bit of time. Then I realized I was making a Scarf out of the Timeline of a Woman who Had her Head Cut Off. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am fascinated by her. Not because she was a bad girl slutty kind of Minx---but because she actually completely altered world history for all time. This one chick was the catalyst for unimaginable change---and she had no idea at all. I'm not waxing poetic here about her---she was living her own brand of Get Rich Quick Schemes---but it is incredible to see how this persons actions changed EVERYTHING.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Tea this morning:</b> Grapefruit Oolong (I will admit to anyone that it is blasphemous to add flavoring to Oolong, but this is gooooooooooooooooo-oood!)</div><div><b>Number of minutes late to bus this morning:</b> 20</div><div><b>Willingness to go to Work this morning on a scale of 1-10 1 being lowest:</b> 0000000.0005</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-21036102967227066302010-09-30T09:45:00.000-07:002010-10-13T20:15:01.523-07:00Evidence of my Worker Bee Way<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVRu8q3mLZG8oQ98gGzm3kuRLyNjrLCezR1Fw8le_oRSJ9NIdQFM4OBIbqbSzkHjSxh5_3wno55qidDA8Ab_NMDcLQ4HLHnUERLurpi2KZGCYxc0pDxIeoHIoXfUnulMAhCCySkCpdOGF/s400/MissHavisham+sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522748647685823922" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I have been Hard at Work, though not Reporting. My White Exploration ended up with a bit of color in it--I just could not make all that white work for me!! But the color is light---more tints than anything--And the Whites and Ivories are the real star here. The Sizing ended up a Small, which is a Bummer as it narrows who can wear it! But it is Beautiful, and all that I</div><div>hoped---I have been calling it Miss Havisham.</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3k6S6CF2644maTGaeDQN5EfUP8YCEEpvvXy_J8vM2WHgOPoZKWmTanA5K5_5k7PDcDFexrpNxaPm37BZVBSlXcVPQEDxBjOgX_QwXMY0ZaDf7_1wpMOTPR77KJvgXhBvB70rVuTEzjR6D/s400/neckwarmer3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522750655389158066" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ovqH4swp6cBLbzL4iQ_q1WM1DwhkyY-p-V7JQ7JWH6SfwPooB0nn4kugSfTBWOD52pJPTD8NcSa0q4vUllCs00RKPvqnWb5s9dQeWD0xrPgJ0VP_I81loA0yZK5M38xQ5VsGg3niyx2q/s1600/neckwarmer2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ovqH4swp6cBLbzL4iQ_q1WM1DwhkyY-p-V7JQ7JWH6SfwPooB0nn4kugSfTBWOD52pJPTD8NcSa0q4vUllCs00RKPvqnWb5s9dQeWD0xrPgJ0VP_I81loA0yZK5M38xQ5VsGg3niyx2q/s400/neckwarmer2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522748905819459234" /></a>This neck warmer is the next in "Finally Completed". You know I am just terrible at Finishing. I will hire a seamstress someday, and she can make sense of it! But this is sort of a nod to The Ascot--It has a Brown Linen Backing and snaps for closure.<div><br /></div><div>I have a few more pieces to show but My Internet is on and off and on again Today. I love Rainy Days, but Today is Dreadful Weather. It's Rainy, and so Humid, and not even Cool. It's just Sticky and Grey out. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am onto the next project---I endeavor to be more careful with my measurements. I try to Eyeball everything. I mean---it's a thrill when it works out, but so frustrating when it doesn't! That Miss Havisham is going to have to go to a very Skinny Necked Home! Argh....</div><div><br /></div><div>Perpetua<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-81443324934104791662010-09-25T05:26:00.000-07:002010-09-25T06:06:27.657-07:00Saturday Musings<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4FGqZRI84CXDVxb3qNGMXlFOV42yqqOyd3mN1aaE7JaqiwJ0FyglfPEkgQl7w7JAF0pTv20zeyqwcHZMQd2kF9jjDBVhFCsJpeHd5QaFeF8uWySHuJVKYjdNe2h8bbkv1FUaOGsP49al/s400/Teatoday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520828941144696850" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You are pretty much looking at my day Right There--- Glass, Pins, and Tea. And I am not complaining. I have been doing a ton of freelance work this week, and although I am Lucky enough to have jobs that are flexible and artistic and fun, I am glad to be home in my studio today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqPuGSnJzE3YuYGgMpEb2POTFhpVPhnDaGyI5io-NBgLaFzE68Q5WsHUWEEZEE5psgLzW_j9mol5EmoRBbm3mfd5fAljWJYFr0_mYVuyq214hm8jC1nx9fGmjkbb8KhFIVTDIXeqEKcFr-/s400/windows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520829577389192722" />When I Slump down in my Chair and Look up, this is my view. These Windows are completely ineffective against Heat, Cold and Mosquitos, but Boy are they Pretty. The Building Owners were going to replace them this summer and I was so sad, but Financing fell through and Voila! We get to keep these windows. Remind me how much I love them when my Tea is Icing Over in the Pot this Winter. You think I'm Kidding---<div><br /><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe355-y_BBS5RjWsN93Io-kwMU8g00fdxqKLpgRVbTkUAC2yu-cY9FR9JGT8dYrVkFbgQwn1v8OR31EhiNcQaCgFt58oGZIcqLng-V3PdTDNDoZGzq0A4ciS29_50VZNn_8AGEEDXWXdfv/s400/worktoday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520830667558888322" /><br /></div><div>This is the Thread side of Work today. This guy is an exploration in White---It's all shades of cream and white and ivories. I may put a little color in, Just a Blush though. As for the Glass, I am going into the Shop on Tuesday, doing a line of Terrariums for a Client, odd sized things, so we will do a bit of Experimentation, which is costly and Ridiculous but Oh-so-Fun! </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know if I miss Glass very much, I have really been enjoying working with softer more forgiving materials recently. And I am working on a film, which is a whole other Brain Space to be in. But I think I am A Phaseual Artist---Phasing from one Medium to another, depending on the project. I see so many artists try to make every project out of the material they are the most familiar with---and it's incredibly limiting in my view. A project will tell you what it needs to be made out of. Metal or Glass of Chiffon or Film. It just lets you know. And ignoring it Kind of Stunts You, and The Project, No? And I think it happens because of Ego. When you have spent so much time learning a medium, it takes guts to start at the beginning of another Medium---or to do it badly. But I think great discoveries and connections are made in that Head Space.</div><div><br /></div><div>Woah---I got heavy. Sorry.</div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday Morning.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have some Tea---Enjoy the last warm Days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Perpetua</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-38411105169790018072010-09-19T15:59:00.000-07:002010-09-19T16:32:19.007-07:00Knowing when to Stop and Smell the Roses, and Knowing when there is No Stopping<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLy6SxHQrKY_2ju3VqwTik15zVod6Cyuv-MDWzXM6etzlCOAqh4Mc2bWvkmrtDfFrpdID1OJp127sE0fOJbbq49Ip5gp96QKoGG1T1J2c50Oc-kzcHfHr6yB9NPa44i1BuZkJ62kAlFIoX/s400/pinwheel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518763321024270546" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Today we took Some Time Away from all of our day to day. You get to the point sometimes when you realize you haven't left the House Together Alone in Weeks. So we took our Bikes and trekked across town to <a href="http://www.shofuso.com/">Shofuso</a>, the Japanese House and Garden, It is quite Aways Away from us, but with The Peuge and Stella, we ended up circling the entire city today!<div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFneCtLnnuPJWfVKW_fghgq3OGPFzPDUkLd6ZA-Hv7b7EMvb6HNWPF5-yxlmq7lWsfhR9aVCSrw4b_TeatYAOs960ei28tBgGgM46eu0JEPr46IJk2SoLUU0nHMi4WZP1VbSOsFw5iFq-/s400/SHOFU1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518763842790935602" />This is the inside of the house. It is so clean and simple and beautiful. Those screens which seem to Glow with The Shadows of Water Cascading, are actually painted by a Master Japanese artist, <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><a href="http://www.hiroshisenju.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hiroshi Senju</span></a>. </span>When I heard about the screen paintings, I kind of cringed, but they are absoloutly ethereal, and give the house such a magical feeling. I can't say as I have ever seen such a simple, effective, well placed, piece of art anywhere.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxvnG5OAHQQf0yr_Rv1fdaymtj8haqNJhnJjUX1UGcx7vu3Egpzkq7XGw-g_IXu5CFKPnD_rL8Tgjl-tN0DqFym5rSQVOwGMyKMX7jYXHlvlnMz4gluZrtl-Ax9gYxwtvRfdUcDjHhmPC/s400/koi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518763580069759906" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course there was a Japanese Garden and beautiful Koi!! I did not touch the color in this photo at all. They are such Prehistoric, Mythical looking creatures, we spent a good hour or so watching them. It was so quiet and gentle there---I made a note to remember what I liked about this place so I can incorporate it into my home someday....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6do7_MZBdGYGb8bDei3Be4ufacIFH3T7hp6agGd7-TAlM1lmQdtfZyYUIo62RexRpym2UyldBuooJC18gialECv6IdTPlhTh91bMzUXOoQc9N-E0HojpIv_KmE-1Wv8wdysma3iEWnVf/s400/hoop1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518767037740098466" /><br /></div><div>And I continue to Work. And Wind. And Coil and Design. I am beginning to like what I am making very much. I seem to go through phases where I hate what it looks like. Working wih glass has taught me to see things through to the end. So much of working with glass is seeing things through to the end, and there is no stopping once you have started a piece. Doing that has been the very best discipline Lesson I ever did Get.<div><br /></div><div>So--My Amazing Man has just made a beautiful Pork Loin stuffed with Apricots and Goat Cheese (I kid you not---he really did!) so I must eat that and then--back to work. No stopping.</div><div><br /></div><div>Perpetua</div></div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015758375151863989.post-41243386941059642422010-09-17T05:58:00.000-07:002010-09-17T06:17:47.812-07:00TEA --- for the most part....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd86zgQzn9dloHy5kssNN5DLXtAGfGwc1Sn26paGPeXEq2_WTlNAJeG1CAiWrHIqAZyxZmUfdvNz-eXXA_eISnLtXXC5kEAyfppPQUpbKBM7qEpqiBd2Pr8xEFO5s4jonrSRracQ90n93j/s1600/flourish.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd86zgQzn9dloHy5kssNN5DLXtAGfGwc1Sn26paGPeXEq2_WTlNAJeG1CAiWrHIqAZyxZmUfdvNz-eXXA_eISnLtXXC5kEAyfppPQUpbKBM7qEpqiBd2Pr8xEFO5s4jonrSRracQ90n93j/s400/flourish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517866098516879378" /></a>Another day in the studio! And the Weather is fine, and I even put on lipstick. My windows are open and the breeze is so nice. The sun will swing around at 2 and it will be unbearable to sit at my worktable, and I will scurry away to the far corners of my studio to sew in the dark. <div><br /></div><div>I am all about the Bullion Stitch today. I think I will attempt to figure out how many coils I make in an hour. I want to branch out, but piling them on top of each other is so satisfying--I cannot stop doing it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I am drinking Coconut Tea. I discovered a wonderful online store called <a href="http://www.adagio.com">Adagio</a>. I am pretty careful about where I buy my Tea from---I cannot bear bad tea. Most people don't realize this, but the bags that you buy in the supermarket are actually just "Tea Dust"---that is, the Bottom of the Barrel--The Floor Sweepings. Good tea will look like a Leaf when it unfurls in hot water---just like a wet leaf you see on the sidewalk after a Rain Storm. </div><div><br /></div><div>I used to work in Tea Houses in NYC, and I learned a lot and really refined my tastes. But I never really had to pay for the habit, because the tea was free to drink during work hours. So when I just got back into it---I was appalled at the prices!! But this Adagio place is Awesome because you can buy samples---and it's an ample amount---like 10 cups worth.( I should note in a day of "social networking"--- They aren't paying me anything to say this--I'm just passing on a good thing). And the average price of the sample is $2.00!! I mean--if you start getting fancy (which I did in some cases) a beautiful Yunnan Gold Sample will go for $10 or so---but most of the teas are really inexpensive to try. </div><div><br /></div><div>If anyone reads this and would like a $5 gift certificate--please feel free to drop your email to me---after you start buying they give you unlimited $5 gift certificates to hand out. And if anyone wants a recommendation for a good starter Tea ---do not hesitate to ask!!! Tea--and especially Green Tea----really makes ones Life Better. It sounds ridiculous, yes it does, but it makes you feel better, and it's the Treat that can take the place of brownies (well Almost...).</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok---my Sermon is done---</div><div><br /></div><div>I am starting my day and hope to have a nice bit to show for it at 5 tonight!</div><div><br /></div><div>Perpetua</div>Perpetuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175450315523929626noreply@blogger.com2