Not a Natural Haven on Purpose…

‘Tis Wednesday, yet feels like a later day in the week that is not yet Friday. OK, that only leaves Thursday, but honestly, sometimes it feels like there is a full week between Monday and Wednesday alone, and then you get to Thursday (finally) and it just wings by into Friday and you’re done. Sometimes, though, you’re teaching sex ed and the boys are being such wingnuts that you get through the day and their stupid shit and even though you have a ton of grading to do that you don’t want to do on the weekend, you can’t find the mental energy to do any of it. Yeah. That was last night. Granted, I did do a higher level pilates class after work and then came home and weeded and trimmed, because my yard is a natural haven but also a disaster (so not a natural haven on purpose and maybe even a little dangerously so), and then I collapsed on the couch and read three chapters (I might have read five) and then got up and made dinner. So it’s really no surprise that at the end of it, I had zero energy for grading late work.

So quiltwise, I’ve been embroidering on the pink head piece…I just want to get it done.

It’s not that I don’t like this piece…I actually love this piece. It’s just that the embroidery is SO SLOW…you slow stitchers, I’m used to getting done faster. I do realize that’s the point, but I feel like I’ve been showing y’all the same thing for weeks now. Because I have? I mean, it changes minutely each night.

Anyway. I’m working on the purples and pinks now. Then beads and sequins. Getting there. Not fast. It’s fine.

Remember above? It’s not just me.

It’s a thing. As is this…

And this resonates after yesterday…

And mine are largely taller than I am…not so young. But sometimes, just shite. The girls have been awesome so far. They usually are. I have one class with only 6 girls in it, huddled in a corner, and I go thank them sometimes for being a sane island in the seas of testosterone. They giggle uncomfortably OR say, it’s OK Ms. Nida; you got this. Stuff like that. Which makes you cry a little.

Today I am teaching body image and decisionmaking (fun times) and then I have a union meeting after school and another greenery trashcan to fill with the overgrowth at my house. And then I will absolutely need to grade some things (I’m getting very little done at school…these sex-ed packets are all talking, all the time, no fucking down time, ALL fucking day, it’s exhausting.) and make dinner and then I’ll be looking for a brighter purple thread in my stash (I know it exists; I just don’t know where it is). And maybe think of more stitches than chain, stem, backstitch, feather, and French knot. I think I did a herringbone too. Or just do something and get it done so you can get onto the beads. I don’t know. Also someone needs to clean the windows here…they’re all gross and hard to see out of. It’s a lovely day out and I’d like to SEE it. Also, that’s a squirrel. I have those now. They bit through the cord to the owl camera from the solar panel charging it, which is why it kept disconnecting. I replaced it and tied up the cord…they’d have to jump up to get it now (and they might, little fuckers). I know the owls are there; I hear at least one baby. I just like to see them too.

OK, I really need to go to school and grade shit. Ugh. And hide all the pencils so that one class can’t break them and throw them at each other, because that’s easier than talking about consent and boundaries. Seriously, sweet demons, that’s all we’re talking about now. What’re you gonna throw when we get to STIs? Sigh.

Art Will Be at the End of It…

It seems to be Monday again. Some cruel joke. We start sex ed today, a full 6 weeks early, and I am so not ready. I have 32 kids opted out (I think…something like that)…I have one class that only has 6 girls left (girls opt out more than boys). I clustered them in a little pod, like wagons circled together for protection. Occasionally a girl wants to sit with a boy. Some make total sense, and one this year is a couple…I don’t think they realize how awkward it will get when we start talking about how pregnancy happens and STIs present. I don’t usually let the couples sit together, but we’ll see how this works. Big class. Not a lot of places to put him.

So there’s that. I’m totally behind in grading because I did not have any time this weekend for it (or motivation; let’s be real). I’ll need to be a little more on top of it this week. Somehow. Ugh. I’m too tired for all this shit.

So what did I do this weekend? I picked up quilts and went to an art group meeting and went to dinner at my parents because my brother is here visiting and that’s really it. I was out of it for most of Saturday, even though I did things. Stitching-wise, I worked on everything. I finished the edges of the 5 bugs…

Now they all need legs…well, except the ladybug. She’s got them already.

Pink or green legs? I’m thinking lime green.

This one looks really weird without the rest of its leg parts.

Some of them also need antennae. Maybe that’s tonight’s project.

Then Saturday, at the artist meeting, where I saw an artist’s studio that would be lovely, yes thank you, I would like that much room…I worked on this…

I took an improv quilt class last January? Or the year before? Finished the top and went, eh, I’m not really an improv quilter, what am I going to do with this? So I started stitching on it last summer, put it down after that residency, but picked it up for this meeting and did some more stitching. Because my brain is all over the map at the moment. Proof of that: last night, I was working on the pink head again…

Scribble is not so helpful. But I did pull out all the beads and found the sequins. I’m still doing thread stuff right now though. It takes forever.

The ceramic piece got more stuff on the front…

As I watched this…

Which was awesome and awe-inspiring and all that good stuff. Unlike the rest of everything.

Ok. I am really tired still. Blood sugar has been crashing at night, so I’m reducing my insulin to see if that helps. It’s exhausting to deal with. I didn’t get any yard work done this weekend, so hopefully I will later this week. I’ve got some ceramics time built in. I’m going to need to grade stuff. I need legs for the bugs and more embroidery all over the place. This week is less busy than last week…well, at least at the moment, so that should help. Today is just the intro to sex ed, so it’s mostly my telling them how all the things work and how not to piss me off while I’m teaching it (fun times, y’all…some of the boys lose their freakin’ minds). There are a couple of kids I won’t mind not seeing for two weeks, honestly, so that’s a plus. Anyway…art will be at the end of it and that’s always a good thing, even if I’m jumping all over the place with projects. There’s a reason for the jumping and I’ll get all these little projects done eventually and get onto a big quilt…hopefully by June. Which is a long way away unfortunately. Sigh.

Soft and Cuddly

I love these weeks where Monday and Tuesday are fathomless days, no end in sight, and then all of a sudden, it’s Friday. Like what happened there? I guess I appreciate it? I’m just not sure about the concept of time. Still. After how many years? Ha! Years. Time. So it is Friday and this weekend is kind of a shitshow and I’m not sure when I’ll grade the things I’ve been carrying around to grade. They require a quiet space and brainpower, and I seem to be lacking those together. I get a quiet space some evenings and brainpower some mornings (not yesterday morning), but they’re hard to get together. Hence I haven’t been able to get much art done either, even though what I’m doing now is mostly brainless. Picking a color to stitch with is maybe the most thinking I’m doing…

I finished the quilting on all of the bugs…

And then did the edge stitching on the ladybug…which is spoken for, just FYI. So is the Staghorn to its right (the pink and green bug). The other three will be available with the others I have on Etsy. When I finish them.

I didn’t get anything done on them last night because I came home to grade stuff and got buried in school minutiae AGAIN, and then went to a stitching meeting, where I worked on this guy…

From Sue Spargo’s Critter and Clover block of the month. To his credit, it was relaxing, and I love how the spots look like eyeballs. The Man texted about food when I was gone and he was dealing with it, but the food didn’t arrive (they apparently delivered to our neighbor…claimed our phone was disconnected…interestingly, because HIS phone was disconnected…the driver, not the neighbor). ANYWAY. We got food around 10. And I went and looked at one of the things that was school related and decided I did not want to remake the wheel, so I’m sticking with what we’re doing today.

Will I bug tonight? Maybe. I’ve got dinner planned with my brother, but notionally, I could stitch in circles (squares actually) around some more bugs. Tomorrow is picking up quilts from a show and going to an art meeting, plus hopefully grading those things. Sunday is more of the same type of stuff, but school stuff instead of art. Just a lot of running around. Hard to get art done when you’re running around.

Here’s photos from Patty Kennedy-Zafred, the juror of the No Boundaries exhibit at the Virginia Quilt Museum (yes, I still have work there!).

From left to right, Suzan Ann Morgan, then mine, Jill Kerttula, Deborah Boschert, Mary Beth Bellah, and Ann Marie Miller.

Mine, Jill Kerttula, Deborah Boschert, and Mary Beth Bellah (the sculpture in the front).

The small one on the left is Eileen Woods, then Suzan Ann Morgan, mine, and Jill Kerttula.

Nice exhibit. There’s more of course…check out the museum online. I missed this opening after spending the entire previous weekend at the museum. It’s a long way for me, y’all. But maybe not as far as the Moon. I’m hoping they splash down safely off the coast of San Diego today…we won’t be able to see it, but we might hear a sonic boom, they tell us.

My stitching meetings are all about books, weirdly. I’m in though.

This is all about my dog.

The Man is frustrated with the barking but is going about it all wrong. All Simba needs is the boychild or the girlchild (or not to be alone all day…poor anxious guy is trying to protect us). I get it, Simba. We’re sorry. Have some cold pizza that was left on our neighbors’ doorstep. Not really. His poor tummy would not abide.

OK. School. Still teaching natural selection. Sex ed starts Monday. Stupid stupid stupid. Thanks to the school board and the state for that shit. My classroom is a disaster and I’m hoping to get more of that under control…I sorted and delivered a bunch of shit yesterday (the sex ed packets were a mess), so that helps. I spent 10 minutes trying to find two bags of luminescent stars and UV flashlights. Why? Because I have more that need to go in the bags, but I can’t find the fucking bags. March self did something very logical with them and April self does not remember. Then ceramics after afterschool duty. I’m supposed to meet with a kid, but it’s really just to tell him no in person instead of via email, but I can only meet before school and he rarely shows up before 2nd period. Amusing. Not my problem. Squirrel! On the fence. Watching it run. We have squirrels now. Then out to dinner with the bro. Then hopefully bugs. It’s been a long weird overwhelming week. I’m good with it ending gently today…please let it end gently. I’ll allow the sonic boom…but the rest just needs to be soft and cuddly.

Juggling

So we’ve been back at school for two whole days. It hasn’t been particularly difficult (well, staff meetings hurt my brain…)…actually, here’s a legit commentary on staff meetings.

I’m still obsessing over the word ‘justify’ and what it really means and how it doesn’t mean what people say it means and this is why when you tell a word person that they have to use a particular word, said person will obsess over that word for the next 48 hours and then refuse to use it. It’s OK…it’s mostly an inner conversation that makes me just refuse to do a lot of things (or care sometimes, which is really hard). We start sex ed next week and we’re not ready and maybe it will all just magically get organized, but I find that rarely happens. I’m bringing home piles of work every night, trying to get caught up with all the assignments kids didn’t turn in before break because they left early for Eid or just because their parents don’t think two weeks is enough time to have off…they need two weeks and two days. More work for us, of course, or we could just not teach anything two days before any break, which seems stupid. Anyway, my frustrations with the system aside, hoping the next few weeks of teaching are fairly low-key. We should probably plan the stuff for after sex ed though, and I’m not sure what that looks like.

I made it to ceramics on Monday and did some things on the front of the torso…

It wasn’t what I was originally planning on doing, but it’s what happened. Which is pretty much how ceramics works for me.

I also quilting bugs over two nights…stitch down, pinbasting, and outlining the first night, then quilting the backgrounds last night.

Tonight will be legs…or trimming and then legs? Not sure. Might be easier if I trim first.

One of my students drew me.

Side part not captured. Nice though. She’s super quiet and never asks questions, but draws really well, so I put little comments on her drawings.

Last night after dinner, while watching weird German time travel…

Scribble kept reaching out toward Nova with her paw, suspect not in a gentle, loving way, but it a ‘get off my mom’ way.

This is one of the hardest parts of going back to school…wearing a bra all day again.

I don’t want to be buried as a body anyway, but don’t cremate me with a bra on either. I don’t want that shit anywhere near me.

OK. Today is long. Meeting this morning. I actually have a mental bet on whether admin actually shows up. Hope they surprise me. Then teaching natural selection all day, not bad, I enjoy it. Peppered moths today, maybe giraffes. Yesterday was dogs and pigeons (had to explain what a pigeon was to a large portion of the classes). Then I have pilates and book club. Don’t think I’ll get much grading done unfortunately. Ah well. I do my best. Then I’ll have to decide whether to trim the quilts and maybe put the edge on them before legs? I think it will be easier to see the available leg space if I do it that way. Also have to see if I have the canvases I put these on. Enough of them. I feel like I won’t have enough and will have to solve that problem. Plus pay property taxes. Gotta remember to do that. I finished my taxes last weekend, but not early enough to pay the property taxes, so I’m waiting for some money to move. Fun stuff. Juggling money, time, to-do list items…it’s what I do.

Need More Leg Parts…

Back to school today. No time has passed. The yard and house are still disasters. It’s all good. It happens every year…mostly because I like to travel over break (it makes it a real break from what I’ve been doing). The cleaning and yardwork are constants. They don’t go anywhere. Even when you clean, you will just have to do it again. So it doesn’t matter if you did it over break or on a Monday after school. I did clean almost all the floors over break, so that’s OK. The rest will happen or wait. Whichever works.

Did I finish grading things? Almost. But no. Grades are due in another two weeks, I think. Fun times. Sex ed starts in a week, early this year, thanks to the school board and the state, working against each other, but also against the teachers and the kids. Also fun times. Two-hour staff meeting today about stuff that can’t be done right now. Also fun times. In other news, I’m reading a good book and I’ll be going to ceramics today. Plus my bro is coming to visit. Not me, the parentals, but I’ll probably get to see him.

Artwise, I’m all over the map. It’s OK; I’ve been here for a while now. I’m working on embellishing this dye painting with Scribble’s help.

Nope. She’s really not helpful. At all.

So far, I’ve only done some of the blue-green color.

I’ll do some pink and purple and whatever that combo color is. And add some beads and sequins. Oh yeah, some black.

It’s time-consuming. Then I also started dealing with the bugs I ironed while I was in Virginia.

I’ve stitched two down and picked backings and found batting for all of them. Tonight, I’ll finish the stitchdown and start quilting. Some need more leg parts, but those are hand-embroidered after the quilting. Some of these from the previous make are on Etsy and some are at Visions Museum. Two of these are spoken for and the other three will eventually be on Etsy. Small brainless things right now…good plan. Although I need two more dye paintings done and photographed by June 1. Should be fine.

This is honestly when many afternoons look like…competition for my lap.

Usually this is when I read, but that’s my book on the table, so IDK what I was doing. Doomscrolling. Zoning out. Considering my options. The other option for Simba is to keep one of my feet warm.

Just one. Whether I need it or not. Nights are still chilly, so I’m good.

Bowie takes advantage of my open office window to sample Spring.

He likes it. Also he’s a klutz and knocks my tea over. Tries to be all sneaky to get up there and then is a disaster about it. He is a boy…

Well. There are times that this is totally true. And it’s not ‘drawn to’…it’s ‘appreciative of’. Mostly the men here are OK. They just have their moments. I’m sure I do too. Being a post-menopausal woman. Although young women also get it…

I spent some time yesterday deconstructing two big branches I pulled off a tree (they were dangling; they’d already broken off). The weeds are out of control. But my sinuses are OK (not great; just OK). IDK what it was in Virginia, but I was allergic to something there near where we were staying.

Let’s end on a positive note, because the world is a shitshow.

I am still trying. On all the fronts. Today, I’m teaching…well, I’m introducing a new unit that will be bisected by sex ed because my school board are idiots and the state doesn’t listen…or care, honestly, I think. Certainly, I couldn’t find anyone who had a brain in their head. Did I spell bisected right? It looks wrong. Shouldn’t it be like dissected? No. It shouldn’t. Glad we had that moment together.

Then staff meeting, then ceramics! yay! Where I have to decide what to do next. Minor issue. Don’t have a plan. Nothing new there. Then come back, eat dinner, read book, not in that order, and sew bugs. Repeat. Slight differences each day, but repeat.

Completely Unprepared

Late start to writing; so much to do. Brain explodes and is replaced with AI…which doesn’t know where to start, how to prioritize. Still laughing about Melania’s AI in the classroom. Obviously the woman and her people have never stepped foot into a middle-school classroom. I wouldn’t mind a little robot assistance just for the stupid questions: “What are we doing?” “Do we have to read the whole thing?” “There’s a back?”. They could also do the copying for me and maybe input grades (can I trust it for that?) and answer parent emails…oh wait, no…I had to tell Chatty to be less kiss ass on one response to a parent because she was bending over backwards for one kid in a class of 33 with 7 SPED. Like IDK what drugs she’s on, but it needs to be possible for humans to do the things…I for sure know SHE couldn’t do it. It would take 7 or 8 robots to do all the things she suggested. I only tried Chat for a response to a parent email because I was fairly sure the parent had also used it to write their email and I wanted to see what the response was.

So there’s that. Today, so far, I wrote one warmup, I checked the weekly email doc and contacted my team to make sure everyone had written their paragraph by Sunday, I ate breakfast, took my meds, calculated the Man’s grocery costs for the week, went through my to-do list and transferred the things I hadn’t done to today and Saturday (and next week, honestly, because let’s be real), considered an email I got and wondered if it was passively aggressively suggesting I needed to do something and decided I would make them actually ask, read some of my book, drank two cups of tea, marinated the meat for dinner, put all the extra dishes away, started some eggs hardboiling for lunch, tried to write another warmup question but there was a feisty cat in the way, remembered the blog, oh wait, I also went to pilates and considered gas costs. So yeah. And showered and changed clothes and opened windows. Doing well. Not great…just getting little things done. Considered cleaning floors, but I have to eat before I go to yet another dentist to see if I lost a filling? I don’t have a filling there but something happened and IDK what and maybe I hallucinated it. I don’t think I’m finishing this post before I have to go eat and then leave. You won’t know the difference. I will.

I made it to ceramics yesterday. Picked up my new bowl, which I love, wonkiness and all…

Here’s a video of it…

Complicated to hold and film. It’s fun. I meant to make like a soup/pasta bowl, but it’s too big. It’s serving bowl size. Which is fine.

Then I finished the ribcage on the back of this one.

Also pretty cool. Lots of work left on this though.

I started the embroidery on the second dye painting…which is almost invisible in this picture.

But I’ll keep going. I want the texture. I’m adding beads and sequins at some point too.

I had Scribble on my lap for most of it.

She also hung out when I was grading things…

She might have missed me.

I didn’t have much free luggage space in my bag, but I bought a few fabrics (and napkins I will be using as fabrics).

Not a lot. And two t-shirts. And a bag and a cross stitch pattern. Which looks really hard to read. Fun times.

I saw this…related to my most recent quilt that will be at the New England Quilt Museum, opening in a couple of weeks.

There’s been a lot going on, as always. Go Christina Koch!

I’ve been in this space a lot the last three days…

As it should be.

Ready for this. I have a cat ready to go. Maybe four of them.

And I’m now following Amanda Oleander just for this, because I thought I was the only one doing this.

Mostly I swirl them up and make little galaxies (and then throw them in the trash), but sometimes make faces. Maybe I should worry about my hair falling out more, but eh. Seems real.

OK. So I ate, I have 17 minutes until I need to leave to find out about the tooth. I might go to Costco to figure out why my card won’t work and the app won’t verify me. It keeps asking me which street is near mine and none of them are, which is just really weird. So I have to go in person, which sucks, but I also need gas, so maybe I kill both those things. I don’t really want to waste time on either task, but whatever. I’ve got taxes to work on (STILL) and stuff to grade (FOREVER) and cleaning and yardwork (UNENDING), but will end the day with stitching. Need to find the sequins…not something I say often, but it happens. And this is the last official day of Spring Break…I don’t really count the weekend, because it’s the ramp-up to going back (so incredibly not-never ready). I got almost nothing done over break, so there’s that. Going into the last piece of the school year completely unprepared with my hair on fire. Nothing new.

So Much Art…

I was supposed to write Monday, but I went to five museums instead and then out to an amazing dinner, care of the girlchild. So I didn’t have the mental or physical energy to write anything. If you follow me on Insta, you saw some of the art photos I posted, because I saw a lot of art, and there are still a million photos and they’re mostly for me and y’all may never see them.

Then I thought I’d write Tuesday, because I had decided to head to the airport early; it’s over an hour to get there and with TSA lines being what they have been, plus I was exhausted and didn’t want to try to negotiate the extra $55 my hotel wanted to charge just to hold onto my luggage for another hour, so you’d think I would have had time to write, but I got a teacher bug up my butt and graded the second academic assignment instead. I didn’t think I would finish (it was hefty), but about 90 minutes out of San Diego, I said fuck it, and finished the damn thing so I don’t have to think about it for the next 5 days. It’s OK…there’s 7 million other things on my to-do list that are quite honestly stressing me out right now.

I guess I didn’t post any of the weekend either…except on Insta. So we had an artists’ demo day that was cool; not a lot of people showed up because the weather was awful, but it was OK anyway. That shit happens. There were artists’ talks on Saturday, which was awesome. Again, not a ton of people, if you’re used to Visions or Quilt National, but it was cool to hear Lena and Holly Cole talk about their work. Saturday night was very chill, use up all the food in the fridge. Sunday, we had a late start and headed somewhere that I might remember…wait, the Shenandoah Valley Museum? Of something? Damn. There was a fiber show…I should post about that later…and lots of gardens that weren’t blooming yet and a very weird bamboo maze that was not a maze at all. Nice though. We got dropped at the airport and I took a long train to DC and figured out how to find my hotel and navigate the Metro. Not super hard, but different (of course) from all the others.

Monday, I got up and fed and caffeinated, which was harder than it should have been, and then spent 6 hours going to the Renwick, the Smithsonian American Art Museum, The National Portrait Gallery, the Hirshhorn, and the National Gallery of Art. It was a lot. I was kamikazing through the last one…just went to modern and contemporary and skipped all the historical stuff.

I walked over 22,000 steps and my knees eventually complained about the stairs at the last one. It was awesome though. Absolutely worth it and amazing. I love art. You might be able to tell.

This Laurie Anderson room in the (holy shit, I don’t remember where it was…SAAM?) was amazing.

I stayed there a very long time. Nowhere to sit. Probably on purpose.

Grandma Moses and I don’t have a lot in common…which is OK. I still like her stuff.

The girlchild gifted me a reservation at a cool Indian restaurant that supplied Monday dinner AND Tuesday breakfast. Amazing even cold.

All in all, a great trip, although the to-do list right now could bury me. My piece opened at Art Quilt Elements in PA, and no, I didn’t see it. It’s in a corner, so I appreciate Susan Brubaker Knapp’s tenacity in taking a photo of it.

So. More art photos later. I need to leave in 30 minutes with a filled-out grocery list, my meds in my body. Then get through the to-do list.

I’m hoping to do some of this today…but who knows. It will probably be more about weeds, but that is still a flower and maybe the dandelions. But right now, I don’t know what I’ll be able to get done. We’ll see.

Travels for Quilts

So I’m in Virginia, currently sitting in the kitchen of the Virginia Quilt Museum. We have demonstrations happening this afternoon, and my co-conspirator in fabric is interviewing the director of the museum.

We both arrived Wednesday and were ensconced in an old guesthouse filled with antiques. Definitely a cat theme.

Cats…

Thursday we toured the museum and saw all the exhibits…looking forward to meeting Holly Cole tomorrow. Her animals are amazing.

Such a creative use of materials…

Three-dimensional designs fascinate me; I can’t get my head around them. I’m impressed by those who can.

Here’s Lena Meszaros, the other artist in the Fantastic Stories exhibit here.

Her work is very different than mine, but definitely works with them. She’s more of a collage quilter and works with a wide range of materials.

I’ll get some closeups today. I’m here all day.

Here’s a video of my six pieces in the show.

We also visited one of the top 10 quilt stores in the US, Patchwork Plus. Lots of fabric, patterns, notions, and Jamie. No explanation for that.

We went for a random walk in the afternoon, no sidewalks, out in farmland mostly.

This building was fascinating…

I don’t know how it wasn’t falling down. Lots of Virginia smells like cow so far (limited to where we’ve been so far).

I talk to the animals.

I’ve drawn a bit, read a lot, probably not slept enough (when do I ever?).

Ok. So today, I demonstrate fusing bugs, probably start a new book, maybe draw or stitch a little. Tomorrow is an artists’ talk…so we’ll be here all day again, I think. Oh, and I forgot that thing in my room…

Dog? Unknown. Guards over me while I sleep.

Out

Well the news is slightly exaggerating the TSA lines in San Diego…they are not for the faint of heart, but they aren’t four hours long. Honestly I think people panicking made it worse. It took 52 minutes and the last ten were because I got stuck behind a dysfunctional family of five.

So I have about 30 minutes to find some food to eat later for lunch. It took that long to find someone who had tea that wasn’t sugar or Earl Grey (not a fan).

I made some last-minute luggage changes… hope I don’t regret it…but this was what I was looking at.

That’s a bigger range than I normally have to plan for. I put my demo kits together for Friday the other night when I had a strange burst of energy. I tried to mostly rest yesterday to try to kick this cold. Definitely better today.

Not sure what I’m going to do with these bugs…probably put them in something else. Maybe design a female figure with the bugs as part of the landscape. Thoughts for another time.

We have squirrels. This one yelled a lot at Simba, who chased him off the deck.

Yesterday included pulling a super long root out of the toilet that’s been blocked for a few months. Good times.

Crossed that off my to-do list.

I was in bed before 10 pm last night, so I missed the snoring. That said, my blood sugar sensor wasn’t connecting to my phone around midnight, so the alarm kept going off… I was totally stressed out and convinced I had another dud sensor and I’d have to survive a week just poking my finger 17 times a day…but this morning, it was fine, so wtf. Be thankful technology eventually figured shit out?

Word. Dog snoring, even cat snoring…adorable.

I have one of those loaded up for the plane ride. I also have grading if I feel like it. Right now, I think I just want a nap. So I fly for 5 hours, get picked up, fed, dropped in a strange place with a woman I barely know 😜. It’ll be fine. She’ll be on French time; I’ll be on California time. Our pickup time tomorrow is problematic for my body, but I’ll go to bed early again. And then explore Virginia…was last there for my brother’s wedding…the girlchild was almost two and now is 28…so that long ago. And DC? I think middle school? Long time. Adventures await…

Accept the Fuzz…

Hey. It’s Spring Break. I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, buried, and woke up sick this morning. That squirrel is back on the fence, running along…he hasn’t figured out how to get to the bird feeder yet (the Man moved it). I’m waiting for the Mark Rober adjustments to the feeder if he does figure it out (if you’ve never watched Rober design systems to foil squirrels, it’s definitely a squirrel hole to fall down some day.). I leave early Wednesday morning for Virginia, and every time I turn around, something else gets added to the to-do list. The oil light came on in my car yesterday after driving to Long Beach and back for an art meeting (hardly any traffic, luckily). Hoping I don’t get all those people sick. But I felt fine yesterday…just tired. And I’m always tired. Here’s to hoping my middle-school-teacher immune system kicks in (and my flu shot) to make this thing go away quickly. I don’t have time to be sick. I don’t want to be sick on a plane either. Sigh. OK. Need to buy/find masks now.

Did I finish my taxes on Saturday? Nope. Not even. I packed and shipped a quilt that will be at the New England Quilt Museum as part of the Soul Stories exhibit opening there around April 14. It will travel to Birmingham, UK, and then to International Quilt Festival in Houston, Texas, in November. I can’t go to any of those shows, I think. Ah well. The quilts travel more than I do…always.

I have the closing reception for the Fantastic Stories exhibit at the Virginia Quilt Museum this coming weekend. We’re doing demos on Friday and then an artist talk on Saturday. If I had a car and more time, I’d then drive up to the Art Quilt Elements opening at the Wayne Art Center; I have a piece in that show as well. The opening is from 3-5 PM. It’s about a 4-hour drive from where I am in Virginia, I don’t have a car, and I’m planning on going to museums in DC on Monday. I’m not making it to the opening. I couldn’t do the 8-hour roundtrip drive plus rent the car. Money is tight. I’m appreciating the museum finding us a place to stay while we’re in Virginia and transporting us around. Saves me a bit of money I don’t actually have.

But this is the artist’s life…I could never afford to be a fulltime artist and feed my kids. The paychecks are not regular (or honestly big) enough. One quilt selling from this show would cover my expenses easily, but my stuff does not sell easily unfortunately. I probably don’t market well either. In my spare time! Anyway, if you are in Dayton, come see the show. If you miss it this week (it comes down Saturday night), I’ll have a piece in the No Boundaries exhibit that opens right afterward, on March 31.

I did finish the smallest of the dye paintings last night. On Friday, I finished all the embroidery so far and was considering threads for the hair.

Then Saturday night, I started working on the hair…

This is the smallest of the pieces I’m working on…

This one is about 20″ square…smaller than I usually do. And last night, I finished up the purple in the hair…

And sewed the sleeves down on the bottom edge (I waited to make sure the embroidery didn’t catch in the sleeves).

I don’t usually make pieces this small…trying to see if this is faster than the other way I make quilts. For something this size, it’s not.

Official photos will have to follow. I have a piece about this size that I did last year, in my normal technique, and it’s about the same number of hours. Interesting. It’s still a worthwhile process though, for a different type of image. I’m not giving up on it. Certainly, I make more work by adding the embroidery, but that was part of what I wanted to do. Moving on to the next one tonight. Might be some bedazzly stuff going on with that one.

I really wish they’d pay TSA. Getting on a plane and going to DC is somewhat nerve-wracking, now helped by long lines and ICE agents.

Such a frustrating system we have at the moment.

This was not surprising, unfortunately. Men in power. Strength and love to Dolores Huerta.

But true. I don’t want anyone in the Epstein Files to be in power anywhere. Don’t care who they are. That’s the difference.

Going back to the Dark Ages, y’all.

This is how men control the story. Take the meds away…I don’t see anyone removing Viagra or its equivalents. Of course not. Not making men responsible for their bodies and what they do with them. Birth control is mostly hormones…interestingly, hormones men have as well.

This is what I always feel like at the beginning of Spring Break. Except when I’m sick.

But it does feel like a good morning despite the headache and sore throat. I’ll try to stand outside in the sun for a bit. Just stand. Then go back to prepping for this trip, trying to grade stuff, trying to finish taxes, trying to keep up with all the stupid stuff I’m supposed to be doing in the next two days. I’d like to get to ceramics today too…maybe later. Brain is very fuzzy. Spring Break fuzzy? Sick fuzzy? General old age fuzzy? It probably doesn’t matter…accept the fuzz.