Thursday, April 23rd, 2015

Sunrise on Morning Snuggle


Friday, April 17th, 2015

Throwing Bird Seed



















Thursday, April 9th, 2015

Dyed Yarn Cakes

Dying is fun!

I like when the yarn has variation to it.


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Tuesday, April 7th, 2015


“How to niddy-noddy,” says Iris, taking apart the device and putting it together.

“How to niddy-noddy,” and I don’t know whether it is a question or a statement.





My previous dye technique involved putting yarn in a pot, dying it,

then spending an extraordinary amount of time untying tangles.

So I* made a niddy-noddy for loopingΒ nice hanks.


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Nice hanks!




*NOTE: Martin made the niddy-noddy. I told him where to cut the PVC & after he cut it he accidentally put it together. It tookΒ all of three seconds. But I took it apart & put it together, so I made it, too. Then I suppose becauseΒ Iris took it apart & put it together, she made it, too.

Monday, April 6th, 2015



Sunday, April 5th, 2015

“Today is my happy birfday.”





(She had already eaten all the mushrooms and sweet potatoes. There was creme bruleeΒ for dessert.)

Saturday, April 4th, 2015

Assembly Line Heads

I’m working on making a score of dollies. All their homes have been accounted for in advance. Although I am supposed to be making one per week, I have opted to try the assembly-line method of production. It’s really helpful, because I can refine my technique immediately when I did something I realize I can do better. It’s sort-of like lettering drills that elementary school teachers give their students: practice one thing lots and lots, move on to the next, then string it all together.



“I’ve got all my heads in a rowβ€””

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β€”I think that stems from a duck-hunting metaphor, which is rather morbid when one thinks about it.



“Don’t put all your heads in one basketβ€””

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β€”Β I don’t know if that one’s any better.

Friday, April 3rd, 2015

French-Canadian Migrant Labor

I hired some Quebecois to do yard work.





After doing a bit of digging, they set a whole bunch of stuff on fire,





then they stood around to watch it burn.





Iris really took to one of them.





He taught her how to judge a good stick.





But aside from a few more sticks, our yard is a bog.

There is really very little to burn.