Thursday, March 31, 2005
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Books, Spam, and Quilt Progress
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
The Interview Game
Thursday, March 24, 2005
The "I Get Tired of Thinking of Post Titles" Update
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Another Progress Report
Explaining Bob and Sylvia
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Monday, March 21, 2005
How To Stall, In 15 Easy Steps
- I surfed the 'net while drinking coffee.
- I talked to my friend Marge on the phone for a while. We---Johnny and I, Marge and her husband and daughter, and our friends Diane and Jimmy---try to get together for a visit somewhere every year. We're working on plans for this year. Sort of. At least we're talking about working on plans. Ahem.
- I paid bills. Blech, Bah, Ptooey!
- I went to the UPS store to mail some family photos to J's cousin in Missouri.
- I went to lunch, where the server for my table was a red-haired woman named Debbie. We made mutually admiring comments about each other's name and hair. Also the hostess and I made mutually admiring comments about each other's shoes. I had on my JudyJetsons and she had some really rather fabulous lemon-yellow ones. I wish I'd asked her where she got them.
- I spent an obscene amount of money to put gas in the car. Blech, Bah, Ptooey!
- I tried on some clothes. Blech, Bah, Ptooey! (I don't always say B/B/P to trying on clothes, but today everything looked very steaming-pile-of-crappish on me, so...B/B/P!)
- I tried on some shoes. They were lovely. I especially loved the red sandals, with the wide strap high on the instep and the red ring with the little flowers on it around the big toe. The red silk slides with the kitten heel were lovely too. But I resisted. I don't NEED them. Sigh.
- I looked at yarn. I came this close to buying some, but then thought "do I NEED a fuzzy orange-and-purple scarf in April?" (which would be the soonest I would finish it). I reluctantly concluded that the answer was no, so I returned the yarn to the bin and backed away slowly.
- I bought groceries. Blech, Bah, Ptooey!
- I talked to my friend Nancy on the phone for a while.
- I helped J bring his resume up to date, because working with MS Word makes him reallyREALLY crazed and it only makes me SLIGHTLY crazed.
- I went for a walk. That was fun.
- I answered a handful of emails.
- I cooked supper. (yawn)
Where, you might wonder, is the new quilt project on that long, boring list? Totally ignored, that's where. I avoided even looking at the fabric piles on the cutting table all day.
I'm at a stage I get to sometimes in the early phases of a new project where an idea is niggling at the edges of my brain, but I'm not really committed yet. Do I REALLY want to spend some time with this fabric? Or would I rather wash my hair? If I start cutting then it'll suck me in, whether I want to be there or not. And breaking up is hard to do. Maybe I'd rather say "never mind, let's just be friends" NOW, before any fabric is cut and any of my time is spent....possibly wasted. Cuz it's not like I wasted any time today. (shut up)
Does anyone else go through a stage of commitment-phobia with fabric or am I COMPLETELY insane?? (That was a rhetorical question. Really.)
Tomorrow, I'm going to start cutting. I'm stating it here, publicly, so that I'll be embarrassed if I have no progress to report by this time tomorrow night. I'm not promising LOTS of progress....no cottage-with-picket-fence of fabric or anything, but I'll meet the fabric for coffee. We'll talk. Maybe we'll hit it off.
Wish me luck!
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Saturday, March 19, 2005
100 Things About Me
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Cranky Irish Vulcan and Yay Goldfinches!
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
What To Do, What To Do?
And Another Thing...
A Bit of Post-Birthday This and That
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
It's the 14th Anniversary of my 29th Birthday!
Monday, March 14, 2005
Sunday, March 13, 2005
The Eyes of a Child
I believe that. I believe young children are naturally creative and expressive and not embarrassed about putting themselves out there on paper because they haven't learned The Rules yet. They haven't learned what things *should* or *shouldn't* look like. They haven't learned to censor themselves. If they want to draw big scary monsters, they draw big, scary monsters without embarrassment, and without worrying about if such things exist (which, of course, kids know they DO...it's grown-ups who don't understand about monsters, and convince themselves that such things aren't possible). If little kids want their trees to have purple leaves, and a fish with wings and feet to sit in the branches of the purple-leaved tree, they DO it...until someone, somewhere, sometime teaches them that it's *wrong*...that the leaves should be green, and that fish live in the water, and don't have wings or feet, and they start to believe that what they can see and touch is more important than what they feel or imagine. I think what makes a person - an adult person, that is - an artist, is the ability to hang onto a small fraction of the ability to see the world the way a child sees it, and to filter that vision through years of experience, and give it a tangible form. It's easy enough to learn the principles of design, but much more difficult to know how to really SEE. I don't think the fact that a lot of people perceived the work of 4-year-old children as "real" art diminishes the artwork of the adults. I DO think it says we should value the artwork of children more than we do. And I think we should value the artwork of adults who remember what it is to see the world as a child sees it...as a place of wonder, and horror, and beauty, and frightfulness, and magic.
"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up." --- Pablo Picasso