Hope you'll make the effort to visit us at the edge of LA.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
MAD, MAD, MAY DAY TRUNK SHOW IS ALMOST HERE!!!
So very crazy excited for this event!!!!
Hope you'll make the effort to visit us at the edge of LA.
Hope you'll make the effort to visit us at the edge of LA.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
MAD, MAD, MAY DAY TRUNK SHOW
I am very proud to be part of this season opening event. Time to prepare for the playa and visit the beach!
These amazing Etsy BRC artists are throwing down a twisted trunk show May 1st in San Pedro. There will be crafts to participate guest performers throughout the day, snacks, a de-stash area and much more!
Join us May 1st
11-6 pm
3601 S. Gaffey
San Pedro, CA 90731
Friday, April 16, 2010
Lifes' little luxuries
Wax…allow me to wax poetic! How versatile, how mutable, how expeditious!!! Fire shaping tools and patience yield such awesome results. All that and it is cheap to work in too!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thing Making beginnings
When I was little, about 12, I discovered Sculpy, a polymer clay that allowed you to sculpt and then bake the item in the oven to harden it. I felt like I had discovered air! I made all sorts of little things, one notably getting me an A+ on my report in middle school. I did a reproduction of the death mask for Tutankhamen. Later that year, I made a special little sculpture of Chiron the centaur for my Dad, as he is a Sagittarius. I think he still has it. It never occurred to me that this was a viable way for me to make a living. What a blessing to be able to discover it!!!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Ate the last Onion of '09!
Here’s my vegetable garden. I love the spring…..the ground is so rich and brown!
Last Tuesday we ate the last of the onions I planted last year. I set down twice as many this year but I have a few weeks to wait. The garlic is gone too so I doubled up on those. I want enough left over to plant in spring next season.
I planted the tomatoes today. It may be a bit late to do so but I am hopeful. This year I am focusing on mostly Speckled Romas. I will also plant some other varieties, but these Romas are my favorites.
The potatoes are doing well and I am actually pretty amazed that they are doing as well as they are. The only ones that have not really taken off were the ones that I tried to grow in a black plastic bucket. So I dug out all the nasty dirt and refilled it with a more fluffy mixture and one volunteer potato plant to see if I could try it again in a container. Rows, hills and containers. Next, I need to get a bail of hay to use as hill mounding. I really like the idea of having a supply of garlic, onions, potatoes all grown by me in our ground. No poisons, just honest dirt.
Last Tuesday we ate the last of the onions I planted last year. I set down twice as many this year but I have a few weeks to wait. The garlic is gone too so I doubled up on those. I want enough left over to plant in spring next season.
I planted the tomatoes today. It may be a bit late to do so but I am hopeful. This year I am focusing on mostly Speckled Romas. I will also plant some other varieties, but these Romas are my favorites.
The potatoes are doing well and I am actually pretty amazed that they are doing as well as they are. The only ones that have not really taken off were the ones that I tried to grow in a black plastic bucket. So I dug out all the nasty dirt and refilled it with a more fluffy mixture and one volunteer potato plant to see if I could try it again in a container. Rows, hills and containers. Next, I need to get a bail of hay to use as hill mounding. I really like the idea of having a supply of garlic, onions, potatoes all grown by me in our ground. No poisons, just honest dirt.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Rest Life
The train to Los Angeles has a very distinct mood during different times of the day.
In the past, I seem to have ridden it during high travel times as I have always had to stand watching the very beautiful if not scary crowd going to and fro.
Today I ride from one end of the line to the other, LBZ to the Union station. Then I hop the line to Hollywood. I get to sit and write this all the while watching the homeless dude snore across the aisle from me. It is a safe place to sleep the day, I guess, going back and forth. For the most part, the mood of this group of travelers is tired; it seems everyone is going home. The men all slump in their seats, some read, most stare dully out the window. This is a hard town and they do hard jobs and have lived hard lives. I look out the window and see houses behind iron fences, with razor wire strung thickly across the top. There are bars on all the windows and doors too. It is wretched to live in such a completely wild and cruel place, to work so hard to simply afford to stay safe and alive.
When I first got on the train, there was one other white woman on board and she was sitting across the aisle from me. Well, actually, she really was only technically a woman as she looked barely 18, with the rose of youth barely blooming and scarred by rough handling already. She sat staring into the void of the trains filthy floor, her body shaking, both legs dancing up & down, busy, busy knees. Her eyes were so sad, their fathomless brown depths ached with unutterable pain. I wanted to speak to her, offer her comfort, but clearly even a word would have made her hideously uncomfortable. She did not want to be seen by me or the other women; she only hoped for some one who would pay her for her time so she could get something to help the shaking stop.
I left the train, emerging into the balmy, haze-softened late afternoon, knowing utterly blessed and fortunate I am to have been born into this life this time around.
In the past, I seem to have ridden it during high travel times as I have always had to stand watching the very beautiful if not scary
Today I ride from one end of the line to the other, LBZ to the Union station. Then I hop the line to Hollywood. I get to sit and write this all the while watching the homeless dude snore across the aisle from me. It is a safe place to sleep the day, I guess, going back and forth. For the most part, the mood of this group of travelers is tired; it seems everyone is going home. The men all slump in their seats, some read, most stare dully out the window. This is a hard town and they do hard jobs and have lived hard lives. I look out the window and see houses behind iron fences, with razor wire strung thickly across the top. There are bars on all the windows and doors too. It is wretched to live in such a completely wild and cruel place, to work so hard to simply afford to stay safe and alive.
When I first got on the train, there was one other white woman on board and she was sitting across the aisle from me. Well, actually, she really was only technically a woman as she looked barely 18, with the rose of youth barely blooming and scarred by rough handling already. She sat staring into the void of the trains filthy floor, her body shaking, both legs dancing up & down, busy, busy knees. Her eyes were so sad, their fathomless brown depths ached with unutterable pain. I wanted to speak to her, offer her comfort, but clearly even a word would have made her hideously uncomfortable. She did not want to be seen by me or the other women; she only hoped for some one who would pay her for her time so she could get something to help the shaking stop.
I left the train, emerging into the balmy, haze-softened late afternoon, knowing utterly blessed and fortunate I am to have been born into this life this time around.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)