tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91107463049143544082024-03-04T23:05:33.971-08:00Maren Scott Flying Fox StudioMarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-5113762385828880882014-02-21T20:12:00.001-08:002014-02-21T20:12:59.192-08:00SabbaticalIt has been more than a year since I posted last. I don't really know what happened. Something broke. I broke.<br />
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It has been coming on for a long time, little fractures and cracks, I don't know why everything finally shattered. I have my suspicions but will keep those to myself.<br />
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There was no reason really for this year to have been missed almost entirely, it should have been a happy one, but I did nothing, achieved nothing and felt nothing, at least darkness told me there was nothing.<br />
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I am trying to find myself again, to find a purpose, to stop hiding. I don't really want to though, hiding has become comfortable.<br />
Despair and discouragement have become sort of friendly, like it would be too much of an effort to discard them.<br />
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But promises have been made, I promised my youngest son I would try, I would pick up the paint brushes again and I would use the gifts I have been given. He is away for two years, doing hard things. If he can do hard things, then I must also. <br />
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Not only did I break but because of it, I have neglected everything around me. I thought if it all got bad enough someone would pick up the slack. Well, I should have known better. Now there is a years worth of neglected house, yard and self to re-do. Decay. Everywhere. The thought of trying to fix it all makes me want to hide even more. Entropy is not my friend.<br />
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I will try, but I don't want too. <br />
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Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-3228864638879642012013-02-01T07:20:00.000-08:002013-02-01T07:20:09.088-08:00Pig<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sweet darling beloved Miss Piggy died in her sleep last night. We had her three years, I have no idea how old she was, but not old enough to die thats for sure, she should have had many more years. Maybe congestive heart failure? or a heart attack I don't know. The guilt is terrible, I should have caught the problem sooner, I should have noticed something was wrong.<br />
Beautiful Pig I am so sorry. I love you forever Pig.<br />
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Though these paintings have been posted before on this blog, I am revisiting them as I have thinking so much lately of mothers grandmothers and children. Another artist I follow has been posting often of her paintings of Madonna images ( that is you Janet ), I love the freedom and expressiveness of her work. My work is much more, hmmm how does one describe it, anal? Too often does detail consume me and I forget the whole.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-REMLoWp7vbXQTy6teZBUn-iPWVM7ZBnCxMcldHZvBeech2I4cxeoSoh-vmiUnkoQ3F6mVlWsqeJS9w39MqqKROe3FfZhA6DkSV9B043heVCYnIR60ZVKmdlFEwchnSgvQ419nxEISng1/s1600/Document+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-REMLoWp7vbXQTy6teZBUn-iPWVM7ZBnCxMcldHZvBeech2I4cxeoSoh-vmiUnkoQ3F6mVlWsqeJS9w39MqqKROe3FfZhA6DkSV9B043heVCYnIR60ZVKmdlFEwchnSgvQ419nxEISng1/s320/Document+%252813%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
This one of the Amish woman was done for a book published years ago called Grandmothers Wonderful Wisdom.<br />
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This one was done for a book proposal on mothers and lullaby poetry, the Koala and Polar bear pictures on the sidebar of the blog were part of the proposal. It was not accepted.<br />
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The last painting is one of my favorites. Though it was done years ago, I still like it, usually I hate my own work. This painting is full of symbolism, from the ossuary motifs to the pomegranates and gold in the border.<br />
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For a very long time now, I have had a dearth of creative spirit. Perhaps if I re-visited this favored motif it would regenerate the barren soul? I don't know. Faces of children enchant me, the relationships between women and their offspring is so interesting to me. A man can walk away from their child and sadly too often do, but a woman cannot ever totally sever herself from her child.<br />
Even if a child is born unwanted or even hated the bond is still there, I think often of a woman I know who has lived a horrific life of betrayal and misery with family who used her, sold her repeatedly,and left her mentally and physically broken yet she still desires to love her mother, a nearly impossible task. Occasionally her mother reaches out to her but she has learned the relationship is so toxic, for self preservation she has little to do with any family. Yet the desire for love is still there on both sides. <br />
I have come to the conclusion and it is grows stronger with time that our family is an eternal concept not just that family will continue on but family is a continuation of relationships before this mortal life. <br />
We must have loved our family before we came here, before they and us were corrupted and changed by the sin, temptations and sorrows of this world. We must have loved them before the veil of forgetfulness fell between us and our immortality.<br />
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As you know, those who read my blog, we had a flood in the basement, there was a large wooden chest that needed to be moved, it was mostly filled with my mothers things, stashed from her death twelve years ago.<br />
Much of it was stuff I had given her or made for her, several porcelain dolls I made from scratch, with complex clothing etc, and I realized once again how often I had tried to "buy" my mothers love. We had a difficult relationship to say the least, I was a different child, artistic, and could not toe the line of perfection she so so wanted from me, my sister could and did therefore she was favored. There was no unconditional love in our house. I was over thirty when I finally realized my mother did love me she did not like me there is a difference.<br />
The point I am trying to made I guess, though it seems I am rambling, is I loved my mother, she loved me and the love was there long before we entered the mother daughter relationship. <br />
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The relationships between mother and child, glorious, difficult, tense rewarding, exhausting, trying, uplifting, refining, satisfying, heart-breaking and permanent.<br />
How can we ever deny or sever the relationship with this person who by the grace of God gives us our physical body and sets us on the path to eternity? This is the most sacred of Gods requests of us, to work in conjunction with Him to prepare a physical body for another spirit. This is sacred territory, birth, it is so close to God himself and His creative power. There is no greater joy in this life and no greater trial, expect maybe marriage.<br />
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Well that's enough for now, I gotta go feed the chickens.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-424021982754740702013-01-22T21:52:00.004-08:002013-01-22T21:52:52.160-08:00Tuesday, I think.If it seems like I have not been doing anything interesting lately, it is because I have not been doing anything interesting.....will try to do better.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-16317427814407245482013-01-16T18:43:00.001-08:002013-01-16T18:43:08.907-08:00sorry.Wow. I can't believe it has been so long since I wrote. Sorry about that.<br />
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It was November since I wrote. Things have been a touch stressful in the last two months. <br />
On December seventh my husband was working with the strike force officers watching the liquor store for parolees who are not supposed to be in possession of alcohol, the boys and I were out getting groceries so we decided to run by the liquor store and pretend to buy beer or something, we don't drink at all but we thought it would be funny knowing Tim was watching the place. <br />
When we got there he was in the process of making an arrest. We drove right past him but he was so busy lectureing the guy in the back of the squad car he didin't see us, it was good for the boys to see Dad in action.<br />
On the way home it started to storm, we were talking and I said how very grateful I was to not be in the hospital this year, the knee surgery was so hard on me.<br />
At home one of the boys went to work, the other with a friend and the third onto the computer, I went outside to check on the birds....and I fell and did a massive face plant. Right away I knew I had broken my nose, the fountain of blood and the misplaced nose was a dead give away, and instant nausea, oh my gosh I had no idea breaking facial bones could make a person so sick. Son number three called son number two and they took me to the ER where Tim had pulled of the surveillance and met us there. Eventually son number one showed up. They had a great time making fun of their mother, every time they made me laugh it hurt. So my nose and frontal bone was broken and I had a concussion. Lovely.<br />
Then the next week we had a sewer flood and backup in the basement. Lovely. <br />
It was so stressful I though I was going to lose my mind, I was still so sick from the concussion.<br />
Then Christmas, which was storming like crazy and we were supposed to travel to my sisters. Husbutt was reluctant to even go so he was a bit of an ass, but after everyone pulled their attitudes out their rectums we had a really good time and traveled safely. On the twenty-sixth of December I had surgery to repair my nose and it went very well, much easier than the Dr. had prepared me for, the bones slipped into place and they did not use morphine and that was a great blessing. I don't do well with morphine, it tends to stop me from breathing.<br />
The flood restoration company has the basement family room torn apart, the last few days they have been replacing sheet rock and bead board. It seems they jarred a clamp loose on the main water line coming into the house and it started leaking, I had to take the sawzall to the new sheet rock to expose where the leak was and call in a plumber. Lovely. He finally showed up today to address the problem, the water had to be shut off from the city line, the city guys arrived to shut the water off, the line broke. There was a twelve foot high geyser in the drive way. Lovely. <br />There was swear words involved, and not just mine. It is a good thing it happened today and not yesterday, today it was at least above zero and not below like it was yesterday.<br />
Miracle the ancient handicapped duck is in the house now, the other birds cornered him and beat him to a bloody rag. He is recovering but I must admit having a stinky duck in the house is a bit much, but until the wound on the back of his neck and head heal, he can't go back outside. Scoliosis the chicken is inside too, the below zero weather is so hard on her, she is a screwed up little mess and needs a bit of extra care. She had been sleeping with the chihuahuas and lays her eggs in their bed.<br />
The sub-zero temps have been brutal on the birds, Benjamin the turkey was shivering, he is now sporting a wool sweater and he seems to not be shivering as much. Poor guy, his big fat tummy is nekkid and he was miserable.<br />
Fluffy McNutter the grey cat who decide to live here, is gettin along well though Tasmanian does not like him much, its a cat thing.<br />
My blood pressure had been sky high, can't imagine why.<br />
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This next few days I will be painting the storage room, and laundry room. Yeah. As soon as I get everything moved back into those rooms, we can get the family room addressed and the new carpet laid. This really had been a mess. On the bright side, I am hoping to finally finish laying the wood on the stairs which had to be postponed a year ago when I had the knee replaced. Things will all work out, it always does and the hand of the Lord has been manifest in nearly everything. We are blessed, a wee bit stressed but blessed.<br />
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A couple of posts ago, I mentioned Son#3 and I had been at the Humane Society shelter, there were a couple of bunnies there who had been dumped out by the dam. We felt so sorry for them we were tempted to bring them home, we resisted. A couple of days ago the boys stepped out into the back yard to check the bees, a little brown bunny scurried by in a bit of a panic.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x4wZ7U1K8KIeLBFC2UOq6ZJsyU_PQPvEgxpqto9gErz7y9cobmIzAXYcA3E0wRCDnohVh3N-TR2iyJAsWRLabKpW_99zqWWa-zCwIJJPtndjrpQBFm4IeiC8aapEQUmPlg0bulyFEvEN/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x4wZ7U1K8KIeLBFC2UOq6ZJsyU_PQPvEgxpqto9gErz7y9cobmIzAXYcA3E0wRCDnohVh3N-TR2iyJAsWRLabKpW_99zqWWa-zCwIJJPtndjrpQBFm4IeiC8aapEQUmPlg0bulyFEvEN/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
It seems somebody has dumped another animal in our yard. Since it is fully fenced the only way for it to have gotten in a yard full of dogs is to have been placed there intentionally.<br />
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So now we have a bunny. She has made herself right at home in my office. I am not amused. When spring eventually shows up she can move outside for now we don't even know she is around except for the liberal sprinkling of bunny poops in my office every morning. She is using the papers put down for her and trying very hard to be a good bunny. Still no name, though I am seriously leaning towards Osidnaa, short for Oh Shit I Don't Need Another Animal.<br />
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Does she look comfy or what. Speaking of comfy, Yoda kitty has taken over the wool in the vintage suitcase. There was screaming involved to get her out of it, and I yelled a bit too. She was very reluctant to give it up.<br />
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Tigger was dumped in our yard two years ago. Recently he discovered the vintage doll bed. For him to see that it might be comfy, jump in and fluff the little quilt and settle down just cracks us up. He is such a funny little dog. He may have been dumped on us but to whomever dumped him we are eternally grateful, he is the best, most personable dog ever.<br />
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Can you see the grey cat in the cupola? The stupid cupola thingy is on the chicken house roof. <br />
The grey cat seems to think he belongs here now. This is the only photo I have of him, but since he has abandoned his family and moved in with us I am sure there will be more. <br />
He wears a tag and I have called his people three times now, they send their herd of small children to retrieve him and within the hour he is back. He lives about a block and a half away so he must really book-it when the kids release him. Since he is their outdoor cat he must feel he is a free agent and he has decided this house is the one for him. As I type this he is downstairs asleep on one of the boys beds. He does not seem to care there are six cats here already nor does he seem fussed about the dogs. <br />
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Oops I lied, he is actually in the kitchen stuffing his face again. I guess if they want him they can come get him, but until they make him a house cat I think he will continue to make his way to our house.<br />
Quite frankly the thought of more animals makes me even crazier than I was, they ALWAYS show up here. But he is a super nice cat and really huggy and sweet, quite the little lover boy. Two extra animals within one week. crap. it's really not funny.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-88024587247421494752012-11-20T20:40:00.000-08:002012-11-20T20:40:50.126-08:00Spinning milk fiber.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
At the yarn store the little bag of milk fiber was irresistible. Beautiful pearly white, high luster, fine and silky, it was just gorgeous, and obviously I bought it. </div>
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Milk fiber is touted as a environmentally favorable fiber but I don't think it is since it takes nearly 100 gallons of milk to make a pound of fiber. Seems to me that is an awful lot of cow for a tiny bit of fiber.</div>
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To make a long complicated story short, the milk is dried the protein or casein removed ( casein is also used in making artists paints by the way) then it is bonded with acryilate or acrylic at a molecular level. It is extruded through spinnerets, think spiders extruding spider silk and then used in the textile industry. The raw fibers are beautiful and quite frankly a bitch to spin.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIw94xgeYUoemDCc6_IdwzEB5E5GxFxg9mI3nr_Lvh7fHMz9-Cf81_Bs8jlLbrfh6aMGBdd8dM43PKvJqNsFchHRaDJN6l4z_xygW6gy8ymqeJBqMNYqILEC9tzU3womrKoYOI2XEc84_W/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIw94xgeYUoemDCc6_IdwzEB5E5GxFxg9mI3nr_Lvh7fHMz9-Cf81_Bs8jlLbrfh6aMGBdd8dM43PKvJqNsFchHRaDJN6l4z_xygW6gy8ymqeJBqMNYqILEC9tzU3womrKoYOI2XEc84_W/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
Since I spin solely on a spindle I found the slick fibers to be obnoxious to say the least, maybe if spun on a wheel it would be easier to hang on to. Though I can spin very fine fibers like silk (which I love) and Merino (which I love more) these fibers had no "grab" and were difficult to attenuate, they tended to drift apart and because of the fineness were prone to breaking if the spindle was the least bit overloaded.<br />
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But I kept at it, though there was much swearing involved, until I had over five hundred yards of very fine, almost thread like singles yarn. This afternoon I dyed the damnable stuff with acid dyes since milk fiber is protein based. It is a very slick fiber but I think it's biggest drawback is it is NOT WOOL. Anything that is NOT WOOL is probably not worth messing with.<br />
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After it dried I really liked the color though the thread is so fine it does not show the luster well.<br />
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This last photo is a bit washed out, but it is wound on an old cone and ready for lace knitting. I will show you the finished project,eventually. Its a matter of deciding what lace pattern to work with.<br />
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For the very last photo, Benjamin Button our sweet bird, wishes everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and encourages Ham. Or Beef. Preferably pie of some sort.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAUW2Ul2t3S9icwxTl4_4PmQE7gB2FTXHxUyUsYOTzTAHBt7ywDP8Kc6CzeV4wCfYEDBt31PIZR-fnOAwWvXDOzsfqzMxFHpB8Fgy_jK1epXbOuQmjPqldgoszMMFpdWjkdcClo6GQSjq/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAUW2Ul2t3S9icwxTl4_4PmQE7gB2FTXHxUyUsYOTzTAHBt7ywDP8Kc6CzeV4wCfYEDBt31PIZR-fnOAwWvXDOzsfqzMxFHpB8Fgy_jK1epXbOuQmjPqldgoszMMFpdWjkdcClo6GQSjq/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
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Son number three and I were driving around a bit the other day, we "spotted" this appaloosa mare. What a splashy gorgeous girl she is, she seemed curious and good natured. Wish she could come live at my house.<br />
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We got some pictures of the golden valley and then it snowed last night.<br />
Son number three packed the hen house with straw, the turkeys and hens looked so cozy as the snow fell outside. The ducks don't go in there, I wish they would but they prefer to putter in the mud.<br />
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I love this valley. I don't think I could ever leave here, it would break my heart.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-24924213608090886332012-11-05T17:26:00.001-08:002012-11-05T17:26:19.693-08:00One of the blogs I follow has disappeared. This bothers me beyond measure. I cannot help but wonder if something has happened to this person, is he alive or dead? I hate it. So Thane if you are out there somewhere, give me heads up will you? where are you, are you okay, why did you quit writing......Thane?????Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-75573419844139403242012-11-05T16:13:00.002-08:002012-11-05T16:13:51.652-08:00Turkey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yarn and fiber stores should be totally off limits to me, sadly I find natural fibers irresistible. This glorious 2 oz bit of silk and Merino blend came home with me. I spun it with my trusty little walnut hand spindle into<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHihWkgbafjqUNaWESz8ZLRGp4pd9nw4MnSjaiO5EstpY5SlCkV8XE4MrODxvHgwE1F4Jx3BQ3e8fb9RKRsfIEWpEMnHAh1hnUM5jnai2IJuEKy3q6CQbmTbFROh0FDCmhM98SL0SEq6Z/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHihWkgbafjqUNaWESz8ZLRGp4pd9nw4MnSjaiO5EstpY5SlCkV8XE4MrODxvHgwE1F4Jx3BQ3e8fb9RKRsfIEWpEMnHAh1hnUM5jnai2IJuEKy3q6CQbmTbFROh0FDCmhM98SL0SEq6Z/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
this incredibly soft two ply yarn.<br />
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Little Yoda cat felt the need to check it out, she was hoping to take a nap in it and was annoyed to be shooed away.<br />
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The 160 yards of yarn became this small scarf. It has a L shape with the smaller lace eyelet edge snuggling up to the neck and the point of the L becoming a drape, interesting shape and fun little knit. <br />
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I was happy with it and pleased with the yarn.<br />
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My sis and I spent the weekend in Salt Lake City. We had a wonderful time, the weather was glorious and it could not have been any better. As sick as she is, she runs circles around me. Chronic fatigue and Fibromyalgia and a bum knee slows me down, I don't notice it as much in my normal life but trying to walk for miles and keep up with her really underlined how much I suck. So I am trying to be more like her and get more done, like the energizer bunny she is, some people have a goal, "what would Jesus do" for now on my goal is "what would Alaine do".<br />
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My mother used to tell me, " oh if you could only be like your sister" and while growing up I tried to be like her, it did not work very well. She is organized and classy and everything I am not. I am disorganized, dysfunctional, totally poor white trash, oddly and intensely creative, chronically curious and in general, quite strange. No wonder I drove my mother crazy.<br />
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A snow lady sprang into being quite recently too.She is made of paperclay, fabric and vintage music. She is covered in vintage mica flakes for sparkle. I like her, she is already spoken for, a friend wants her but I think I shall make more for my Etsy shop, she was fun to do.<br />
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October in the canyon, a day so bright and clear it nearly made the heart hurt with the glory of it all. The dogs loved it too. Can you see Tigger going into the water to retrieve his big girl Rogue? It makes him nervous when she swims, he tries to pull her out. Very funny.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-28377429135540595852012-10-10T22:35:00.002-07:002012-10-10T22:36:03.977-07:00chicken toy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
My house and yard is a complete disaster but I did finish my little wooden toy. The birds bob their heads when the crank is turned.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GGTjIJ6fihi0FObYnv-2I91LekqX7_bgg9miT52ITJJM7fJf8IDQVwezRa7ePBsGQ13hSlYokKI-aGTmwRTXKzQrtEjaNLZqm_oUaxy5HR1dfYk2_hZubccCt3ZPAalyeRu2kcuY4iJt/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GGTjIJ6fihi0FObYnv-2I91LekqX7_bgg9miT52ITJJM7fJf8IDQVwezRa7ePBsGQ13hSlYokKI-aGTmwRTXKzQrtEjaNLZqm_oUaxy5HR1dfYk2_hZubccCt3ZPAalyeRu2kcuY4iJt/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
Yes my photograph does stink and no I don't really care.<br />
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Not so sure I care about my messy house either, okay, yes I do but not enough to clean it.<br />
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My youngest son and I went to the Humane Society today, he was applying for a job there. <br />
Poor kid is desperate for a job but I am not sure that is the place for him. It would be a constant torture. <br />
He is a tender soul and this is a high kill "shelter", yet the ones who do live and are adopted deserve to be cared for with tenderness, which he would do well. <br />
He is so kind to our little deformed chicken, her name is Scoliosis by the way, and she is particularly sweet and seems quite partial to him too.<br />
There were several cats I could have easily taken home, though I hate inside cats ( we only have six) and several dogs especially a great bear of a dog who was so lovely I found him nearly irresistible, but we have five dogs already. The two bunnies very nearly came home with us. I am still thinking about them. They could live quite happily in the hen house I'm sure.<br />
Well right now I am going to go take my Ambien ( oh Ambien how I love thee) and clean the cat boxes. It is so much easier to face cleaning them after Ambien and besides I forget I have done it and its always a nice surprise in the morning.<br />
After the jaunt to the Humane Society, well I was not very happy and found little about it to be "humane" in fact I was hating people when we left. Jacob and I talked a great deal about the general disability of people to see beyond themselves or to see the value of life. So many animals are discarded like a week old newspaper simply because they become inconvenient, and they die, either fast or slow, they die.<br />
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The rabbits were dumped out by an irrigation dam and left to fend for themselves. The largest black rabbit was a sweet cuddly creature, the smaller one was a little bitchy, perhaps....hmmmm. the question would be whether Tigger would want to bounce them or not. Thinking. I have wanted a bunny for a while now. Thinking. Just how much will that piss of Husbutt and do I care?Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-27797584449327705382012-10-03T12:36:00.000-07:002012-10-03T12:36:22.511-07:00things and stuff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This is why we call Lynx, sink kitty. She is ALWAYS right in my face and on my stuff or in the sink. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJah59wQpIEyHqT6lLBC2JiaUAM5uy08d0IYtl5QewOPjRy1_lQz1qShpdOJJRHRwyWfN-YXCnAHKS4XVcoF8bVip6qfZJFPPHFQqiBVut_p3UPAn3dh8nOnK6KfUQlTJ43F9QIa2Ozcl5/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJah59wQpIEyHqT6lLBC2JiaUAM5uy08d0IYtl5QewOPjRy1_lQz1qShpdOJJRHRwyWfN-YXCnAHKS4XVcoF8bVip6qfZJFPPHFQqiBVut_p3UPAn3dh8nOnK6KfUQlTJ43F9QIa2Ozcl5/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
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She helped me spin up some bouncy squishy Polypay wool, 200 yards of light warm 2 ply wool, and then she helped me spin 100 yards of 2 ply silk. Of course I have no idea what to do with this now that I have it spun.<br />
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Lynx then helped me start building a replica of an antique toy. It will have a pair of chickens in the little cage area and a mechanism to make their heads bob. The original lived at my aunt and uncles house for as long as I remember. The graphics on the front indicated it was from the last half of the nineteenth century, personally I was guessing, because of the clothing style on the children in the graphics, around 1880's. My aunt had always said it was to be her son's when she had moved on. He took it home with him this summer. As long as I remember it was at Marge and George's house. It was simple thing yet it was always intriguing. For many years I "toyed" with the idea of replicating it. Now it's time to do so, before I forget what it looked like. If I can find my dremel I will carve the chickens, if not I will sculpt them out of a polymer clay. It does not matter if it is perfectly accurate as long as it retains the look and feel of the original.<br />
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Later we took a quick drive up the canyon. At the girls camp, there were visitors. There is plenty of browse, the doe seems awfully thin for as much food as is available. Perhaps she is still nursing the little guy, he seems plump and well fed. This is supposed to be a light winter this year, I hope she makes it through.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYu-2A1ZLGa_sA6bweYshHGdWFT2xVMYWLbiVwLt9e0Fc2HWMdNu1OLx7lzU2M4WF2inuLBqPu-LzT9kMUpOdIIXMp0S5Z2-_MOpz_aRiGNwW2_gA68P4gs7eNpxuyxopH99i_qiZLf4PC/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYu-2A1ZLGa_sA6bweYshHGdWFT2xVMYWLbiVwLt9e0Fc2HWMdNu1OLx7lzU2M4WF2inuLBqPu-LzT9kMUpOdIIXMp0S5Z2-_MOpz_aRiGNwW2_gA68P4gs7eNpxuyxopH99i_qiZLf4PC/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
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Mr. Benjamin Button is a very fine bird indeed. We like his chameleon ever-changing head color and the retractable "snood" that hangs over his beak has given us more than one laugh.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMI7y2rs2poRRRqZ2deHafwZNAti5MxfmkjHVJFzcEc-Nd4uM3ZKjaEQyF2BW4jav4V4PsIIJR6xQAjdgxTpp66qP5PcqQL8zLeqz41RcbNhpHVAnO3eOnWgBx2FZJaBQQeSTydRGPcmo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMI7y2rs2poRRRqZ2deHafwZNAti5MxfmkjHVJFzcEc-Nd4uM3ZKjaEQyF2BW4jav4V4PsIIJR6xQAjdgxTpp66qP5PcqQL8zLeqz41RcbNhpHVAnO3eOnWgBx2FZJaBQQeSTydRGPcmo/s640/006.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>
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Sometimes he is pale and washed out, then puffs and the color is almost instant, red, blue and violet. We just adore the silly thing, and to think he is only a few months old, being hatched in May, I think that is when he arrived, and now he is huge and still has poundage to add.<br />
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He is the same breed as a "factory" turkey those, mass produced for consumption, the ones raised in large lots don't ever become such beautiful birds. We think he is quite the looker.<br />
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Last month I was in a fiber store, bad idea, and saw a beautiful bit of fluff, a pale lavender mix of merino wool and silk. Gorgeous stuff, so I bought it. For many years I have desired a spinning wheel but they are quite expensive and there are many other priorities around here, so when I spin, I use a hand spindle. <br />
It seems whenever I use it, I cannot help but think and imagine about the thousands of years of history connected to hand spindles. For thousands of years every particle of woven clothing was produced from thread spun with a spindle. Clothing was expensive, not only monetarily but in the very life hours of the people who produced it.<br />
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For instance a linen shirt would take a year to make from start to finish. The flax planted, weeded, grown and harvested. Then bundled and soaked in water to loosen the undesirable plant particles, the bundles were beaten and flailed and then combed through large spiky teeth to align the fibers and clean out debris. The fibers were spun and dyed if desired. A favorite dye was indigo, which was set with stale urine. Lovely job. <br />
The looms were warped and the cloth woven. Then the pattern was cut out and the shirt entirely sewn by hand. Not exactly a quick trip to Walmart for a T-shirt.<br />
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Now this week I need to concentrate on re-doing the chicken house and making it bigger. I don't want to, really, really don't but it must be done before cold hits. Sigh. Wish I had some muscle and motivation! Some people would suggest I ask my husbutt and grown sons but I might as well pound my head against cement and get the pain and frustration over with.</div>
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One interesting thing about having turkeys, they coo. As I sit here in my office with the window open I can hear them just under the window making soft cooing sounds. Who-da thunk it. Sweet, soft dove-like sounds from such large odd birds, always comes as a surprise.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-78543867300490259092012-09-17T19:26:00.001-07:002012-09-17T19:26:50.400-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Stupid blogger. It did allow me to upload one picture, this is Benjamin Button in full display, we love this funny bird. Every day he runs in to the house or at least onto the front porch to get his bowl of cat food. The birds LOVE cat food. It annoys the cats.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpqVv8T7xCzRr6-TKv5iiDKT1uMTvLd08rHenPTJBYVQXh4mpwV7LGsxQJqjPIKY99G1SfnAnsXk79Cj_svusoVHtJJ0UIHqFf3zMJXlm-sAPDCZnBsXIrc3N4nBuAWJyO2Q-U9DAarLn/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpqVv8T7xCzRr6-TKv5iiDKT1uMTvLd08rHenPTJBYVQXh4mpwV7LGsxQJqjPIKY99G1SfnAnsXk79Cj_svusoVHtJJ0UIHqFf3zMJXlm-sAPDCZnBsXIrc3N4nBuAWJyO2Q-U9DAarLn/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-50668901786973991132012-09-17T19:14:00.002-07:002012-09-17T19:14:45.591-07:00Well, I sure wish blogger would let me post some pictures, since I have them, and these are good ones too. How frustrating.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-62193135373937777882012-09-11T13:03:00.000-07:002012-09-11T13:03:17.162-07:00New arrivals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The first is an amazing and gigantic cabinet which I have coveted for years. I LOVE it! The second picture is of an exquisite love seat from the mid-1880's. It has a noble provenance. I will strip it back to its original walnut finish, retain the old stuffing which is still in good shape and re-cover it with needle point. This is going to be a huge project and I may regret the needlepoint idea.</div>
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There are so many projects around here to finish it seems absurd, and I keep thinking of more to do.<br />
The chicken house needs to be expanded before winter and I would like to finish all the trim work in the house....sigh. <br />
There is a ton of research too for several large paintings I am planning and instead of doing what I should be doing I have been spinning. That will be for another post, and I will show you what I have been doing.<br />
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The garden was poor this year, probably got too hot too quickly, the gigantic squash plants we had such hope for succumbed to mildew and they were a total bust, we were so disappointed.<br />
The tomatoes were gigantic but have not set fruit, the ones at the top of the garden are setting huge fruit and hopefully will continue and we will get something out of them before frost.<br />
The chickens and ducks ate the beets and lettuce. There were curse words involved on my part, but the peach tree yielded a bushel and a half of lovely, small but delicious peaches. They have been bottled and some frozen and right now in the fridge is a delicious concoction of peaches sugar and heavy cream. <br />
We have dined on fresh little potatoes and fresh beans, zucchini literally seconds away from the stalk, light delicate honey from our own bees, and eggs from the chicken and turkeys.<br />
Speaking of turkeys, Benjamin the tom has grown at a spectacular rate. We are crazy about him, what a wonderful bird. He walk right in the house to get his bowl of cat food. He loves cat food! We are so glad we have him. The turkey hens like him too and though he is twice their size, he is scared to death of them. Very funny.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-42780955443823214912012-08-21T17:08:00.001-07:002012-08-21T17:08:29.130-07:00August went missing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This old galvanized wash tub was full of petunias. It seems to be sprouting chickens now.<br />
The little guy right in the middle? his name is Tiny-Spicy.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-45223885366532208152012-08-14T16:52:00.000-07:002012-08-14T16:52:00.842-07:00goodbye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tough day, tough week. This was Patty's last ride.<br />
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She was an accomplished horsewoman, and a fierce, fierce friend. She lived for her family and only when her body could not endure one more indignity, one more struggle, when every last cell had had enough, only then was she willing to leave and move on. <br />
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They were awfully nice Clydesdales, you would have loved them, Patty.<br />
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Bye girl, "ya done good".Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-52133259000564438462012-07-24T18:43:00.001-07:002012-07-24T18:43:37.085-07:00Normal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This pic has been circulating on Facebook, I hope nobody minds if I use it.<br />
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The dryer setting is truly the only thing normal about this household.<br />
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Yesterday we had a little Mallard hen in the duck's swimming pool she is gone this afternoon. Perhaps she made her way down to the canal, I wish she would have stayed.<br />
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While I was feeding mushy watermelon to the ducks, chickens and turkeys, Husbutt stepped outside, stared in amazement and then informed me I was poor white trash, why yes, yes I am.<br />
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It has been blazing hot, but cools down beautifully in the evenings, the mountain air can get quite chilly, but during the day the birds are pretty miserable and mostly hide under all the bushes in the yard. I don't think people realize just how many I really have in this little yard. Thank heavens.<br />
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Our tiny De'Uccle bantam rooster has started to crow, he is off kilter until he gets his song memorized and the adolescent tone matures, it is very very funny. He has such a tiny voice, perhaps we will be able to keep him, I don't think his voice carries past the yard.<br />
If only he would hold still long enough to get a decent picture.<br />
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Lately I have been so sad, deeply deeply sad and there is no reason for it. We are all well and happy, there are no excuses. Perhaps I shall blame it on the heat.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-91561454980990600612012-07-16T13:49:00.001-07:002012-07-16T13:49:34.716-07:00hmmmm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thinking of doing a series of these little girls.....input anybody?Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-24123686054748133692012-07-15T22:32:00.000-07:002012-07-15T22:32:13.471-07:00Sunday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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That large thing chomping through the water in the picture above is not some strange aquatic creature but fat dog Rogue who bites the water as she swims.<br />
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Not exactly svelte is she?<br />
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Rogue and Tigger<br />
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Sparky, waiting for the rock to fall so he can bite the water splash.<br />
It's his favorite game. His full name is Spartacus Dream of Foxearth but we usually call him Pookie, they all get called Damnit occasionally.Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-14123324400281636262012-07-09T12:57:00.003-07:002012-07-09T12:57:44.684-07:00need for a NoVacancy sign<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In May, we had a excess of chickens, then my bathroom was infested with small ducks, now I have magpies on the chandelier. Isn't there a spray for that?Marenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09353486383024657575noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110746304914354408.post-72589923053375410222012-06-15T20:27:00.001-07:002012-06-15T20:27:34.089-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Its been busy around here lately. I have managed to get a few things done though. There is plenty more to do, enough to make a person a bit overwhelmed. A sundress was whipped up for Brother's little two year old....</div>
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Soft cottony cardigans for Sister's new twin grandsons....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh45_V-SGfkb0hcsrCMROybsHmtFCua8bmb1mt5fpSPER9RkQekAgDamm7RgEGq5lkb86hyphenhyphenJ0fKwy0Bl_D4f6mIGY7w08EKeeozYfMQt_QFZu1_cjYRNXZgJaukEVksVb0KGndZY3_DIh2S/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh45_V-SGfkb0hcsrCMROybsHmtFCua8bmb1mt5fpSPER9RkQekAgDamm7RgEGq5lkb86hyphenhyphenJ0fKwy0Bl_D4f6mIGY7w08EKeeozYfMQt_QFZu1_cjYRNXZgJaukEVksVb0KGndZY3_DIh2S/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
Another little fledgling Robin has joined us, the other one grew up beautifully and was released.....<br />
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The ducklings have gotten their feathers, we were shocked that some of them are purest white, thrilled but wondering where those genes came from.....<br />
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so pretty.....<br />
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The turkeys are getting chunky, they seem to grow visibly every day.....<br />
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and roses have become gorgeous jelly....we will have a perfumed taste of summer in the dark of December.<br />
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