I went looking for the gift of wooden African beads from Sage Ann Hawk and could not find them. Arg! But here are congeries of critters just dying to say hello.
Well, not everyone. This guy wants you to skedaddle and fast. Perhaps he’s witnessed some worrisome antics — or maybe, he was just born with a suspicious nature. Increasingly, I’m inclined to the latter view.
Panda bears and tuxedo cats have an obvious affinity for one another! Dopey and sublime seem to like to keep company, too.Mr. Moose has taken on the thankless task of paperwork. I hope he’s up to it!
Can you find all four kinds of critters, above?
Speaking of butterflies, the top WIP was inspired by Hazel‘s word quilt and the indigo scrap was made during one of Jude’s classes – both from some years back.
Shifting layers around in the studio equals personal archeology.
There’s my beloved cat, Cindy, who lived to be 20 years old and died while I was in Dublin (having just turned 20 myself). She graciously came to me in a dream before the letter bearing the sad news arrived (although as I recall, she bore a trident and issued a warning with a very deep voice, not unlike the movie dragon Saphira from Eragon).
Aside: this pet and her years of affectionate company are why, for a spell, I resisted Hazel’s name change.
Another aside: Vineyard on the left, orthodontist’s office on the right.
Everything is a collage, really, not least of all, life itself. Bulletin boards evidence collage by their very nature, with variations afforded by cropping. “Live beautifully” might well have served as my mother’s motto (she stands in a dark sweater next to her sister). Had I snapped the picture a little to the right, I’d have captured my father, too, with each of the trio spouting a palm tree out of their heads.
I have a long and silly history with rhinos dating back to middle school, something my sister references often in a way that never feels quite neutral, but forget that. Just know — this rhino hasn’t got the time of day for you. He’s a taskmaster. Honking and snorting, “wind the goddamned bobbin, already!” (Confession: I often stop a sewing session when the bobbin runs out. Just walk away. Often).
Oh, the things I’ve learned about alligators! Did you know that they kill their victims by pulling their limbs off and not by biting them the way sharks would?Well, even though I couldn’t find the African beads, here’s a woven belt that Sage Ann Hawk also gave me. Look how it keeps the pedestrian tape measures company, and dare I say, lends a little dignity?
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P.S. Four days sugar-free and my feet were pain-free this morning. Four days!
P.P.S. Did anyone else read the New York Times magazine story about Gwyneth Paltrow? Even though I ascribe to many of the “kooky” things she peddles, I can’t stand her whole brand. The only thing that made me warm to her even a little was the mention of how awful it was to work with Harvey Weinstein — made me wonder if she might still be acting if it weren’t for him.
that’s some menagerie you are living with!
Yes. Collected over many years. Mostly the boys’.
Every critter tells a story.
Every trinket has it’s reason.
Every excavation reveals us.
I LOVE this post.
Well it’s a mess with some personality!
Reading this and your latest post… you’ve got quite the wild & a bit wacky world going on over there! My random comments- I saw my first wild turkey in June, in Providence. Your butterfly looks to have had a some very good thoughts. (And just to say Cindy is a swell & dandy name, especially on a fine feline, & is still my middle name.ox)
I am sure I would feel very much at home in your studio Dee, I must now go and show this post to the critters in mine!
I thought of you sooooo much taking these pics and writing this post. I will admit I kinda wished you were here to give
Voice to a few of these fellas!
I was here already, but left no word. Now I am back to say…I love this post and all of your full-of-life critters and where they reside! I’d be happy to send you more “men” of wood, as there are still some hanging around here. Your post reminds me of one lil guy I have on my living bookshelf these days. His name is Farmer Man and was bought at a yard sale in my old NV town for 5 cents. My son, then two, paid the woman himself for this little treasure. For many years, he lived along side some buddies in “airline bag”. Nice memories.
What a sweet memory! I Will find that guy. I put him somewhere special. Serves me right!