2009 Date Book

I’ve wanted to show this to you for some time, but I had to wait until now. I made three of these, one for myself, one for my sister Jane, and one for Julia. I had to wait until after Julia’s birthday, so she wouldn’t find out what she’s getting before she got it.

This is the cover, it’s got little beads on the binding, and a ribbon with a bead to mark your spot.

This is the first page, I stamped each person’s name in their book.

Here are a couple of random pages to give you a feel of the book. I carved all the stamps in it, including a lot of teeny weeny squares to decorate the sides of the pages. I’m pretty proud of how it turned out!

Where I stood..

“Then, rising from the cellar, like a June goddess, Grandma would come, something hidden but obvious under her knitted shawl. This, carried to every miserable room upstairs-and-down would be dispensed with aroma and clarity into neat glasses, to be swigged neatly. The medicines of another time, the balm of sun and idle August afternoons, the faintly heard sound of ice wagons passing on brick avenues, the rush of silver skyrockets and the fountaining of lawn mowers moving through ant countries, all these, all these in a glass.”

Ray Bradbury, from his book, Dandelion Wine.

Today I stand, happily, in front of a few dandelions, they are starting to show their faces in lawns across the Midwest. I have never had dandelion wine, Bradbury really makes it sound wonderful. I suspect it would be bitter and earthy, despite the yellow of the flowers I imagine it would taste green. I did once dig up many dandelions and use the roots to dye wool. It was a long and arduous process, and instead of a blue or purple color I had hoped for, it made the fluffy white fleece and sickly grey. I do not recommend using dandelion roots as dye. I remember walking to school past one lawn that was filled with dandelions in spring, while all the others were carefully weeded, and thinking how beautiful, why don’t people just grow dandelions? But the rest of the summer the other lawns were lush green carpets that made you want to try a cartwheel, and the dandelion lawn was patchy and spiky and just plain ugly. Still, maybe it was worth it for that week or two of a beautiful bright yellow field. I do like dandelions, though I spend a lot of time ripping them out of lawns. While other weeds creep low in the lawn, hiding from mower blades and stealthily destroying your landscaping, the dandelion puts out a bright yellow flag, announcing that it has intentions of spreading a lovely puff of seeds. It cries, “Here I am! If you don’t want me in your lawn, come pull me out!” I think dandelions are very courteous weeds.

Working dogs.

Slave Driver.


OK, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Mark and I have been working our butts off at the new house. We spent most of today cleaning the deck, that’s what Mark is working on in the top photo. When darkness falls, we move inside. I’m cleaning tape goop off the window sash in this photo. As I write this, Mark is still over there rewiring some electric. I’m too tired to stand right now.

All while the previous owner worked on the house, he let nails fall into the cracks in the deck. Mark is displaying the wonderful stash of rusty nails we kept pulling from between the deck board. This was taken while we still had energy and were happy. Now I’m tired and crabby and going to bed, despite the two loads of laundry I still need to finish, and I suspect Mark is getting tired and crabby right now, too. Good night.

Mark's back…

Yeah, not back from anyplace, this is just about his back. We’ve just returned from the pain management clinic, he’s kinda groggy. It’s kinda funny. These injections seem to be helping quite a bit, and the physical therapy is helping, he is certainly doing better, but he’s no where near good as new. I’m still not sure he’ll avoid surgery, he still had drop foot, though not as bad. He can do so much more than he could before, but it does get really sore if he overexerts himself, as any of you who know Mark know he’s likely to do. We’ve been working a lot on our latest property. Mark will probably have to climb in an attic later today, oh joy. The place is coming along on schedule, which is good because we’ve got renters moving in soon.

Place and Press tiles

Mark and I have been working on the latest house, trying to get it ready for the new tenants. We are working on the upstairs, which is almost ready. Mark made a closet bigger to turn it into a laundry room. It needed tile for the floor, but it’s a floor no one will see except those doing laundry, and then only a little bit of it. Rather than buy tile we went through the stash of old peel and stick tile in the barn. I knew the tile I found was old, it’s grey with lines running through it, quite ugly, but I didn’t realize how old until I saw we still had an unopened package of them. I thought they were maybe 20 years old, but this package insert put them at least 40 years old. They still worked!

She’s so happy, and so proud of herself!

Where I stood..

In front of a bunch of blocks of wood I got yesterday for free at the old village yard sales. Time to start making wood block prints!

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Fabric page

One of the art groups I belong to is doing a fabric book round robin. We have divided ourselves into groups of five and each of us will make one page for each other person in our group. I just finished the page for my book, then I will hand it over to the next person in the group. My book is about symbols, and this is my page. Yes, it’s suppose to look crappy and moldy, I want it to look old.