Tapioca Dog Buns

Dan has gone over to a wheat-free diet. Since he was a child, he has been told that he tested positive for wheat allergy but he never really did anything about it (his mother may be forgiven for giving up on attempting to make a special diet for him - he is a middle child of six, all born close together. He was lucky he had anything to eat!). Finally in solidarity with one of his brother's attempts to find a solution to a diet issue, he tried a wheat-free diet. Within three days, he was saying things like "I feel alive in my skin for the first time in my life!" and "it is like I am awake now", which I, with my unsurpassable insight, took to mean that not eating wheat was working out for him.

But a wheat-free diet isn't a bowl full of cherries. Well, it is a bowl full of cherries. It isn't a piece of cake. Yes, that's the metaphor I was searching for. Suddenly wheat was everywhere - just waiting to jump out and leap into his mouth. Lucy devised a chart and gave him a daily sticker for remaining wheat-free as extra incentive. He has been doing well with it, motivated by feeling good and, alternately, feeling horrible when he accidently ate something with wheat in it last weekend.

It has been about a month now and the verdict is in: not only is he healthier, he is happier and much nicer to be around.

We have been exploring the world of wheat- and gluten-free substitutes that are available (hence the title of this post...it isn't the name of my new band, sorry). Some are just appalling, such as nearly all the "bread" that is available. But we have found some quite lovely things too.

On Thursday morning, however, I was preparing a large batch of bread dough, full strength wheat-filled bread dough, for sesshin at the Temple this weekend. Dan looked longingly at the lovely ball of dough, gently rising on the table and said, "can I lick the bowl?"

There ain't no answer.
There ain't going to be an answer.
There never has been an answer.
That's the answer.
- Gertrude Stein

Dialogue with our neighbor's son late yesterday afternoon as I sat (decadently) spinning in our backyard.

Him: "why isn't that blue?"

Me: "well, there is purple"

Him: "that's not blue!"

Me: "so, you like blue?"

Him: "NO!"

Today is the first day in months and months when I have nothing to do - nothing scheduled, nothing waiting to be done, no deadline pressing. Well, I can easily think of many things I should be doing, but nothing is dire. It is a lovely feeling.

I am a little conflicted about writing about my experience with tangaryo. It feels very private, although I shared it with two other students, our wonderful, strong monitor, and of course, our teacher and the sangha. It was very intimate in a very real way. Perhaps because I have been so busy, I hadn't really developed any notion of what it was "supposed" to be like, so I was surprised at how deeply moving it was. Surprised to find that it does feel like things are different now in some intangible way.

As our teacher said at the beginning of our day of sitting, this is a practice with no edges.

I let go with both hands.

Last Step, First Step

May I add my voice to those who believe that, if America wants to have a viable railroad system (and it damn well should), then it needs to make it, well, viable. I won't bore you with all the discomforts and humiliations that our 12.5 hour trip from Montreal to New York entailed except to say that it was absurdly slow and uncomfortable and it didn't need to be that way.

On the bright side, I did finish two hats and about 1/4 of a sock and 3/4 of a book. Being trapped in Amtrak hell does have some benefits. (Note: the staff were lovely. It wasn't people, it was the whole insanely inefficient, broken down system.)

But home we were late last night and this morning I feel a bit like the Amtrak train actually ran over me on the way to Penn Station. The past two weeks have been pretty wild.

We had a day and a half between Boston and Montreal - just enough time to do some laundry and take some naps. By the way, here is a review of Unconditional Yes in The Boston Globe from March 31st.

In Montreal, we had a day to wander around and then I gave a talk at Concordia University, mainly to the fibre art department. Lisa Vinebaum, one of the professors in that department and my host, gave me a tour of their studios before the talk. Just amazing, all of it. I started to write about what was especially impressive and it was sounding a little too rah-rah, so I will just say that I was very, very impressed by it all. There was some loose talk about trying to put a collaborative project together in the future. There are many hurdles to overcome before something like that could happen but I like that the idea is out there. I believe we could make beautiful music together.

So now a moment to rest my head? Not quite yet.

Tonight I will head over to the Zen center in Brooklyn to begin a weekend of tangaryo. This is the last step before officially becoming a student in the Mountains and Rivers Order and of my teacher. I do wish I was a little less tired but sometimes interesting things happen when you are too tired to fight.

It has been a long process to get to this point and yet it is a very first step. It is actually kind of wonderful to begin my two months of quiet life in this way.

Hasard de Montréal

I admit - I used an online translator for the title.

Random Montreal...


Some ceramic Portuguese chorizo cookers in a very interesting, Portuguese food and item store. I especially liked the big ole "Sale" stickers on their heads. They also had a cup and saucer with the most bizarre painting of a sheep on it that made the sheep look like a Jesuit. Also on sale - only $5. Darn, I may have to go back for that!



Ummm...no. You can not call a tanning salon, Zen Tan. Finnian tried to argue this point with me but he lost.



After watching the Quebec episode of "No Reservations", we were determined to really give Montreal bagels a try this time. Back in September we were served supposed Montreal bagels at breakfast but, when we saw the cranky breakfast cook reaching into the deep freeze to fetch more, we knew it was a load of baliverne (that's what the online translator gave me for bullshit). Also, how French were these people if they measured out butter in quarter inch squares and looked quite put out when we dared to ask for more. No, we went in search of the real deal - Fairmount Bagels. Even Finnian, who is strong in his passions and not easy to sway, had to admit - they give New York bagels a run for their money. I hate to even say it, but I think I liked it better than (most) New York bagels. But I might be a bit of a general pro-Canadian partisan. I have been known to do crazy things like cheer for the Toronto Blue Jays and burst into O Canada just for the thrill of it.

Needless to say, we tried a different B&B this time around. Not quite so stingy with the butter - they recklessly leave an entire stick out on the table! Can you believe it? Just loose, like anyone could take any amount of it. The cost must be phenomenal.

Ok, I'm better now.


A pretty little stained glass window in our room. So sweet, calling out for spring!


Our street - a little gris, but we are enjoying it immensely.

Crafting Community

In this shortest of short breathers between events, I am doing the most inefficient job ever of packing for our trip to Montreal. I am finding it hard to stay focused - the lure of doing nothing is strong. But I must not give in to it. We are headed to Montreal early tomorrow morning so that I can give a talk at Concordia University. The talk is titled "Participatory Art: Crafting Community" and I think it will mostly be about recent projects. My plan is to spend some of the ten hours on Amtrak up to Montreal working out those details. Once that is all settled, my next biggest question must be answered: is it possible to pack enough knitting for 20 hours of train time?

Here are the particulars about the talk in case you are in Montreal on Wednesday with an hour and a half to kill:

Participatory Art: Crafting Community
Engineering-Visual Arts Building 6.720
Concordia University
1515 St. Catherine West, at Guy
Wednesday, March 31st 2010.
4:00 -5:30
General public is welcome, admission is free.

Unconditional Yes: The Opening

As I sit down to try to sum up the experiences of the last week, I find that I don't really have words to describe what it has been like. First, there was the great unknown of the installation - would it work? would the curtains be the correct size? would anyone contribute? would F&L make it through the long day? Then there was the experience of sitting in the living room each day, talking with people and finishing up various pieces. And there was the two-hour commute each way, each day from Rhode Island to Boston and back.

I have all sorts of thoughts and ideas but they are still swimming around in my head, somewhat incoherently. So, here are some random thoughts and images. There will be more as things fall more into place, I hope.

It was an art marathon. An endurance test of the best kind. A mind-blowing, heart-opening, kick ass experience. All of it.

At the top of the list of amazing things were the students, or as they say, the Simmons women. I love them. It wasn't in the cards that I would ever be a Simmons woman, but I felt like an honorary one for a few days, at least.

Here are some images from the opening.




Cake made by Sarah. Someone more daring than I actually cut into it and it was devoured in the most unconditional of unconditional yeses.

This is John and Terry. John is a friend from my high school days who I have reconnected with via facebook. This was the first time in about 25 years that we had spoken to each other in person. It was such a pleasure to reconnect with him and to meet his partner. Thanks, guys, for the restaurant recommendation - it was perfect.

And, highlights of highlights - the Simmons Concert Choir. Somebody pinch me! But I think it all really happened.

Unconditional Yes

Today is the opening reception for Unconditional Yes. The college president is coming (she contributed to the exhibition), the choir will sing traditional Simmons songs, students are making "unconditional yes" cupcakes, and the art critic from The Boston Globe is coming by to review the show.

Let's just say, there's some buzz happening.

In the meantime, the Massachusetts Cultural Council has featured the exhibition on their excellent blog. Check it out.

I will try, try, try to remember to take some pictures!

Living Room - Day Two

I am back in my lair today. Yesteday went well - a few visitors, some last minute finishing touches and it was, frankly, the most relaxing time I have had in months.

There is so much to share but I want to wait until after the opening. But I can tell you the vibe is good. Very, very good.

Won't You Step Into My Parlour?

I have a very shaky internet connection, so please wander over to the Unconditional Yes blog for some photographs and video of the installation. Those crazy kids - always documenting with their iphones and such. Note the most fabulous knitted trail that the students, under the guidance of Rachel Heller, knit and installed up the four-story staircase to lead visitors up to the Trustman Gallery. They were so amazing, especially Rachel and the super fabulous Jessica Pratas. I know they will go far in life.

When you get back from the blog, why not wander over to the gallery itself. I will be there in the temporary living room, waiting just for you to come and sit for a spell with me. Bring your knitting (or whatever).

I will be there: Monday - Thursday from 12 to 4 p.m. Opening reception, Thursday from 5 to 7 p.m. The Simmons Choir will perform traditional Simmons' songs beginning at 6 p.m. And I don't know how anyone could ever wish to miss that!

Last Chance

Today is my last day to work on objects for Unconditional Yes before we head out on early Friday morning and begin the installation at the Trustman Gallery. The packing up and list making has begun in ernest.


I have collected many afghans in hopes of making a pathway of them leading to the temporary living room space but that proposal was nixed due to the possibility of tripping people up. Instead they will be used as part of the living room installation.


I have been working with items from the archives, including some yearbook entries and other photographs.




I am not really a list person but the details are adding up.


I waver between feeling like I have plenty of work and it will be fantastic and feeling totally panicked. Sounds like I am right where I should be about now.

The Needle

My job this weekend was to annoy people. It was an especially difficult task given that I spent 10 hours on Saturday at a zazenkai (day-long sit). That's a lot of annoying to squeeze into not much time so I really had to work at it.

First I got us all tickets to see The Magic Flute performed by students at Queens College. A friend is a professor in their opera department and he recommended it highly. Since I have nearly failed to offer any kind of musical education to my children, I jumped at the chance. Mozart, college students and cheap ticket prices: a combination that was music to my ears!

I took this image from here.

Finnian was not happy. To his mind, I had pushed the limits and gone beyond. Never has a mother been so cruel, so unfair, so evil as to force a child to attend an opera. Yet, he survived and later, when we were talking about it at dinner (the performance was totally delightful and the students were amazing, at least to my completely uninformed ears), I noticed Finnian was laughing and adding his thoughts about which characters were funny, etc.. Sometimes it pays to be the object of loathing, if even for a little while.

But my irritating abilities did not stop at forcing children to attend operas! No, I did what I had told myself I would never, ever do again, which is to engage in an emotional argument on an email list. The details are unimportant. As that awful feeling came to the pit of my stomach as more and more emotional emails poured into my inbox, I realized that I really don't like being the annoying one. Some people are good at it, thrive in it, but not me. Apologize and step back. Apologize, step back and learn the lesson!

What's that they say? At the end of each day in the zendo? Oh yes...

One of the filet crochet pieces to be presented as part of Unconditional Yes.

On A Bender

Warning! This post contains some hardcore yarn and fibre porn - may not be suitable for viewing at work or around other knitters and spinners.

I have an acquaintance who talks about going for some "shopping therapy". In my head, I usually scoff a little at how pathetically American it is to believe that one can be happier through consumption. Poor, deluded thing, I think as I move about in my much more superior way.

Ahem. I have had my own little "episode" recently.


This fleece is from Moonlightbaker. I had it in my favourites on etsy for some time and one evening, well, I just started clicking.


This one is from TaosSunflowertoo, who is having a massive destash sale. Martie has become an online friend through the wonders of etsy, this blog and her blog. Martie used to own a yarn store in Taos and now we all benefit from her destashing. She also is one of several reasons why a trip to New Mexico is quietly simmering on the back burner. She is a good friend of Shawn from islandsweet.

Oh! Speaking of whom...


Shawn had a sale on her yarns last week. (Sorry, it's over now. You snooze, you lose!) She is heading to the One of A Kind Spring show in Toronto very soon and was inviting people to purchase any of the yarns they might have had their eyes on before the good people of Ontario get their greedy little paws on them. I can't resist a good sale.

Oh! Speaking of which...


Lori over at Capistrano Fiber Arts was having a sale on some handpainted BFL. I am a huge fan of her work and, well...um...this is almost starting to sound a little desperate and tawdry. All lined up like this, it is starting to feel like I might have gone a little...

But, did you see what I received from the Louet order I put in?


This is a 50% soysilk/50% wool blend that comes handpainted. It seems a bit stiff right now but I think it will spin up in a luscious way.


This is carbonized bamboo fibre. I mean, who can resist carbonized bamboo fibre? Are you crazy?


And ok, here is a sneak peek at some fibre...dare I say it? Cashmere and silk blend. Hope you were sitting down for that one! The plan is for it to be spun lace weight for my dharma friend and knitting designer, Zabeth aka Tenfu.

So, la la la! That's what April looks like for me. You?

Links, Many Links

A scattershot of links of things l like:

Great photos and a lovely description of House Study/Handmade on the Wave Hill site.

A though-provoking piece by curator and artist, Judith Leeman, about verbs, naming and citation in the art process.

A great article in The Simmons Voice about Unconditonal Yes, written by a student named Lee Hersey.

And finally, this. I love this.

In the Mood

One significant aspect of the Unconditional Yes installation will be a temporary living room space that I create in the middle of the gallery. The college has gathered some comfortable furniture that I will cover with comfortable afghans and pillows to invite people to sit awhile and have a conversation with me. The room itself will be marked off with translucent curtains and a knit and crocheted path will lead the visitor from the gallery main entrance to the room. For the week between the installation and the opening, I will be in the gallery each day, talking with visitors (and, no doubt, finishing up last details of work).

Yesterday I went to Mood Fabrics on W 37th Street to purchase the curtain fabric. If you can't find it at Mood, it doesn't exist.


This is but one of many, many aisles of fabric. It is hard not to feel inspired just walking around in there. I ended up with colours a little quieter than I anticipated buying but they are very beautiful and, I hope, will convey the mixture of welcome and comfort that I am after.


This was just so pretty that I had to take a picture. Velvet ribbon! I want it all.

Then it was homeward where I had to face facts. I had seven rows left to finish on my piece and I ran out of hand-dyed wool. I am pretty sure that "Uu Not Squander Your Life" will not convey the message I am seeking.



I took a chance at dyeing another lot of yarn the same colour. This is where my wholly unscientific dyeing policy comes back to bite me in the ass. I was cursing my total lack of dyeing notes, colour samples, weight measuring and careful observation. My free wheeling, devil-may-care, toss it in the pot and be happy attitude was suddenly a major liability.

And yet...

I think I did pretty well. Everything's gonna be alright.

And on to the next one.

Everything Old is New Again

In yesterday's New York Times, David Brooks tries to build an argument that the Tea Party of today is much like the New Left of the 1960s.

All I could think of was a scene in the movie, Bob Roberts, a satire in which Tim Robbins plays a conservative running for office in Pennsylvania. It is a touching moment when he is on his campaign bus with a young woman who obviously is in thrall to him, both playing guitars and singing "We are marching for self interest..." as a kind of psuedo-folk song.

I think Brooks' argument is mostly ridiculous but it is fascinating to think that Tea Partiers might actually consider themselves akin to the movement that was pivotal to protesting the Vietnam war, civil rights and feminism only, you know, in a self-interested kind of way.

What's so crazy 'bout guns, greed and xenophobia?

I couldn't find a video clip of that particular scene, unfortunately, but here is another one in a similar vein.

If You're Gonna Play...

After a brief respite, I am starting to get into head-down-deadline mode. For a couple of weeks, it seemed as if there were all sorts of low pressure loose ends that I could tie up at my leisure: finishing up hats for House Study/Handmade, finalizing plans for the week when I will be in Boston (first installing Unconditional Yes, then performing in it), deciding whether or not to participate in the spring Ango and organizing a short trip up to Montreal where I will be giving a talk at Concordia University's fibre art department. Things needed to be done but nothing was imminent.

Then, a couple of days ago, it hit me: I have a solo exhibition coming up in two weeks.

I have been working steadily, if not exclusively, on it but it is definitely time, some would say it is past time, to focus.

Here is the porcelain mug I made to commemorate Unconditional Yes. I have a bowl and plate in the works too. My plan is to have a small section of the exhibition be a fake archive of items related to the exhibition, as if it were a Simmons tradition. I deliberately made the mug look very handmade, in case you were wondering.



My goal of eight crochet pieces has been reduced but I made that decision based on the size of the pieces, the size of the gallery walls and the hope (oh please, let it be true!) that there will be lots of Simmons community responses to fill up the wall space. My feeling is that there is a lot of interest but interest doesn't always translate in to actual objects. We'll see.

It is my firm belief that every art project should be taken on only if you are ready to fail completely and spectacularly. I am not saying that is the goal or that, if it fails, that is fun or good necessarily. I am saying that I think that it is foolish to approach art with anything less than total conviction. It might turn out to be a wrong-headed conviction, but give it 100%. Have you seen art that looks like someone is just dipping their big toe into it? Art with one foot out the door? Was it really very good? Do you carry that image in your head, years later? Did it shake you to your core? Change how you see the world? Uh-huh, that's what I thought.

If you're gonna play: play!

Ok, after that little pep talk, I'm psyched up and ready to get to work!

PS. Here is a photo of Dan in his new shirt (a christmas present from moi) custom made by the blogless Janine. She is starting a small business of it. If anyone is interested in getting some price quotes or other information, please let me know and I will put you in touch with her. Dan has declared it "the nicest shirt he has ever worn."

What to Eat?

If you haven't seen this 18 minute video yet, please do take a look:



It is Jamie Oliver, a famous chef, talking about teaching children about food. It is amusing, because Jamie Oliver is amusing, but it is also very disturbing. Did I hear him right, people who are three generations away from homecooking? Three generations? The amount of lost knowledge is astounding. And the scene where the children can not identify one vegetable haunts me every day, although I saw this about a week ago.

While it is great that Michelle Obama has taken up childhood obesity and teaching good nutrition as a cause, information and teaching must happen at home or as close to home as possible. This isn't just a problem among poor people in rural West Virginia, it is everywhere. I see it among Lucy's chess friends in Harlem and among our neighbors in Gillams and Sunnyside.

Of course it isn't just about lost knowledge about how to feed ourselves so that we may be healthy and functional, it is about sharing with our children how growing, preparing and eating food together is love.

Go out and share the love!

A Day on the Chesterfield

While in Newfoundland the spring flowers are peeking out of the soil, in New York City, we are blanketed under a thick layer of snow. This is our backyard this morning;


And there is more to come. I suspect we aren't going to that chess tournament this weekend upstate. As much as I love to see Lucy kick a little chess butt, I wouldn't mind a weekend at home. I'm trying not to be too gleeful at the prospect of going nowhere.

Perhaps it is the snowy weather, perhaps it was the television marathon that was our stay at Grammie's house in which we actually saw some of the Winter Olympics, but yesterday, Finn and Lucy set up a home curling rink. It is not elaborate but it serves the purpose:


Using great style, they slide an origami box with a stone inside it across the dining room floor, under the table and try to get close to the inner circle.

I may have developed a new and strange allergic reaction to maple syrup recently but don't let that fool you. We are seriously Canadian.

City Room Blog

Let it never be said that I am the only person in our family worthy of ink on newsprint, or pixels on your monitor, for that matter.

Check out today's New York Times City Room blog for an article about a project recently completely by the long suffering husband.

Hats and More, Plus, Etc.

The hat numbers continue to rise.

But first, I made a hat from that most beautiful yarn that Shawn at islandsweet spun up. Remember that one? Here, I will remind you:



I almost hated to knit it up because it was so lovely just as it was but I am glad I did. Every stitch was more fabulous than the next. It may be a sign of mental illness that I can get so excited about colour combinations as they move through the yarn but it sure makes for fun knitting. Anyway, here's the hat:


I had just enough yarn to finish it, with only the clippings from my weaving in left over. Sigh....perfection all around. Eventually, it will go in my etsy shop. I think. It does match my jacket so nicely.

Here is a hat made with one of the last House Study/Homemade. skeins. The colours were chosen and blended on the carder by Merrick (see post below). It was a nice large skein so I used my ever-evolving bonnet pattern. Sure looks cute on Lucy, who kindly agreed to serve as my model, despite having only just woken up and being in her pajamas.



This is one made by the amazing and talented Sono. Yes, that Sono, who made all the incredible animals and vehicles for the Lion Brand Studio window. She carded and spun the yarn in addition to knitting the hat.



There was definitely a colour scheme going last Saturday.

Nearly all the fleece I dyed was used up by the end of the day. I think I dyed almost 15 lbs of fleece for the project. I don't know why that gives me such a feeling of accomplishment, but it does.

And finally, I made this porcelain piece after coming back from Peterborough. I had made the shape before I left but painted it afterwards. I still need to knit a piece to go around the outside of it (so it sits in the center).



I am quite pleased with it - my blue wash skills have improved to the point where I am getting what I want, which is some Delftware kind of a look. Again, I don't know why it pleases me so much, but it does.

Tell Me Your High Hopes

Hats
by Carl Sandburg

HATS, where do you belong?
what is under you?

On the rim of a skyscraper’s forehead
I looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:
Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,
Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.
Hats: tell me your high hopes.


It was a glorious day at Wave Hill yesterday - brilliant sunshine and a non-stop flow of people in and out of the studio. Many returning for one more day of fibre-y fun and many first timers.


This is Merrick, who is modeling her second hat. She thought she would just drop in for an hour or so several weeks ago. Such naivete, such innocence. She came back nearly every Saturday thereafter and is now working on her third hat. She especially loved carding and spent a lot of time making the most gorgeous batts imaginable.


This talented knitter came back several times as well, often with her daughter, who also knit a hat. The hat she has in her hand was her second, which she finished while sitting in the sunshine.


This is Janet, who is a regular volunteer at Wave Hill and was assigned to help me out on Saturdays. She was irreplaceable - a quick learner not afraid to jump right in. She not only taught people to card and spin but to knit. She often had a little group of new knitters in a corner where she would give advice and direction. Thank you so much Janet!


This lovely knitter also knit two hats. She is originally from France and definitely brought that je ne sais quoi to the project.

These next two pictures are of hats made by two women that I came to think of as "The Felting Ladies". This one was actually the third hat made by Teresa, an amazing felter who was so generous with her knowledge that she gave several inpromtu demonstrations. This hat was made from yarn she knit, then felted. Her two other hats were made from fleece she carded then felted. Each one, an object of beauty.



Teresa's friend and felting partner, Laura, is originally from Italy. She told me that she gave up on spinning after it took her 2.5 hours to spin 2 yards of yarn. Yarn that she immediately sent to her mother in Italy. If her hat was not quite as accomplished as Teresa's, it made up for it with its, well, good humour. We had lots of laughs together. Felters are fun!


And here is a blog post from Laurel over at Yarn Therapy about her experiences, along with a photo of her hat, which is pretty darn cute.

By the end of the day, we had 28 hats in hand and promises for many more. All will be installed at Wave Hill House on March 4th and will be on view until mid-April, when we do our hat exchange party.

C'mon and Zoom

The other evening, Dan and I were reminiscing about the television program called Zoom from back in the 1970s. Both of us dreamed of being a Zoom kid and could remember in startling detail specific aspects of the program. As we went on (and on) about it, it finally occurred to us that we could share the love with Finn and Lucy via YouTube.

Their response was lackluster to say the least. As we

clicked and watched more and more, they just kept casting

us looks as if to say, "THIS is what you liked??"

Ah, parents! Can't live with them, can't live without them.

I got a similar response when I was reacquainted

with my absolute favourite show, Free to Be You and Me. I was

so excited to share it with them but they were totally mystified.

As an aside, I have realized that these two shows have

completely shaped who I am as an adult and, even as an artist.

But this revisiting of the past was heightened as we drove

down Route 1 in Saugus this morning on our way home.

We drove past this:

The orange dinosaur! I excitedly pointed it out to Finn and Lucy, telling them that this used to give us huge kicks as kids when we would pass it on our way to visit our Aunt Lucy and Uncle Eddie in Malden.

Finn's response? "You must have had a very boring childhood if these sorts of things were considered a big deal and fun."

Sigh.

I would be full of "kids these days" thoughts were it not for the fact that, while at my mother's house, Finn and Lucy derived hours of fun, fun they described as "awesome" from wrapping a piece of cardboard in a garbage bag and using it as a sled on a tiny slope of a hill behind her house.

I think if they could just open their minds a little bit more, they would see the amazingness of Free to Be....

Greater BoxTop Metropolitan Area

We heading north for a short visit to Simmons and then a couple of days with my mother. I am looking forward to some quiet time, working on my crochet, watching HGTV, and maybe some thrift shopping for afghans for the Simmons project. I love it when an art project requires thrift shopping and the northshore (of MA) has some great ones, including the wonderfully named BoxTop Thrift Shop.

In the meantime, here are some photographs of a yarnbombing at the Art Gallery of Peterborough in honour of Knitting Sprawl.

PS. Saturday is the last chance to come to WH for House Study/Handmade!