Burgess

Funny little bird really likes milk. You have to watch him though, he wants to bathe in it too.

grey ghost

Watercolor painting of great grey owl, size 2.5 x 3.5 inches.

frozen

The other day it rained, the water filled the vase like interior of the Datura blooms and later that night it froze. As I touched the frozen blooms they peeled away, friable and delicate, leaving the stamens incased in ice.
I found it fascinating and imagined what it would look like in blown glass.
Can you see it? A clear glass vase with glass flowers?
I don't know, maybe it was the Ambien, but it seemed very cool at the time.

awwwwwsome

Just finished painted and distressed old, probably seventies cabinet, and THE coolest vintage find ever.....
incredibly cute, totally awesome little kids horse.
It is just under 17 inches tall.
Soooo cute! I love it.

Shower

Starling Burgess took a shower with me this morning.
He clings to my hair, flutters and gets himself soaked.
He loves it.
Then he plopped down on my shoulder and leaned against my ear.
We stood there for a very long time and let the hot water run.

There is something weird and wonderful about a wild bird trusting so much as to get soaking wet right there on your head, they are so vulnerable when they are too wet to fly.

I loved it, but of course there are no pictures.

minor obsession: wool

Wool and paint.
I am obsessed. There is never enough of either.
This is icelandic wool on a hand spindle and a large ceramic bowl of watercolor paint.
I spun the icelandic in a fairly light and loft yarn, plied double and then I spun a dark brown icelandic wool plied it with the off white wool for a two tone look. This was knit into a hat for my son for Christmas. Part of the hat was brown and part of the hat was white. Needle point wool.
I have two vintage chairs I want to re-cover in needlepoint but I have to come up with something wild and wonderful NOT the traditional circle of flowers.

Plain white wool.

Delicious. Sheepy. Wonderful. I just love wool. My favorite fiber! although I have had a fixation on cashmere yarn lately too.

Funny how the goats who wear the cashmere don't seem to realize they are wearing a luxury fiber. It is stinky and disgusting when they wear it. They don't mind at all. Goats are the best. My goat-girls have gone to heaven but they were great girls. I adored them. Rosie was a bit dense and Lily was a stinker, but they made me very happy.

And then there is Burgess......

Here he is prying into some cotton yarn I stared making a dish cloth with, he is HORRIBLE with knitting. HORRIBLE! And even worse when I am trying to paint something....he insists on hauling off with the paint brush.

Sometimes he gets so naughty he has to go in his cage just so I can get something done.

He is an opinionated bird, never seen anything like it, he gets, well, pissy. Seriously. He gets really bent out of shape if he does not get his own way. It is very funny. The feathers on top of his head stand up like a little crew cut and he starts squawking and pecking with that needle sharp beak of his.

He is getting his new winter feathers in, they are quite striking with delicate white tips. Very pretty.

Funny little thing.

Quite the prodigious pooper though.

what a slacker...

The last of the summer Datura or moon flower.....

The blooms are a good five inches across, they are my favorite, gorgeous and have such interesting buds and funky prickly seed pods.

So why have I been such a slacker and not been updating my blog regularily?

Well I have sort of a good excuse.

I tore up my bedroom completely, ripped the carpet out and put in hard wood flooring re-painted everything, the bottom 2/3 of the the wall is creamy white, the top third is exactly the color of hershey's syrup right out of the bottle. It is the most wonderful color I adore it. I started installing the trim work but by then I was hurting terribly because I have fibromyalgia and installing the floor nearly killed me so the going was slowing down.

BUT and here is the kicker, I was talking on the phone to my friend and jumping on the bed, lost my balance and took a header into the closet.

Okay, now you are done laughing your arse off....I really messed up my hand. My supposedly opposable thumb was no longer opposing. Hurt like hell to be real honest with you.

So you are asking yourself "what is a fifty year old woman doing jumping on the bed?"

Well for your information I am thirty-nine (yeah thats it, thirty-nine) and jumping on the bed seemed fun at least it started out that way.

So I have not been blogging, hand in a brace, all the stuff from the bedroom crammed in my office and not able to get to the computer, let alone write, that's my excuse.

Things are getting better, it will be done soon, just a few more things to do and everything can be moved back. Hopefully as I get things organized I will find my brain and a little maturity.

I'll post pictures.