“I Kissed A Pony”

November 25th, 2015
Jon giving Chloe a kiss

Jon giving Chloe a kiss

When Jon talks about how he feels about Chloe, he says he’s fond of her.   Which to me sounds like he holding up his hand and saying keep your distance.

But me and Chloe have been learning some tricks together and one of them is “kiss”.  She puts her nose over the fence looking, no doubt for a treat, I say “Kiss” and kiss her nose.  Then I give her an enthusiastic “Yes!” and a treat.  I’m reinforcing her action so eventually when I say “Kiss” no matter where she is, she’ll put her nose up for a kiss.

Today Jon  tried it.  With an apple in hand, when Jon said “Kiss” Chloe lifted her nose to him and he gave her a kiss.  Actually, he gave a bunch of kisses.  “I kissed a pony” he said with a big smile on his face, his eyes sparkling.

As much as Jon writes about the Carriage Horses and likes taking pictures of them,  being close to horses in an emotional and physical way seems to elude him.  Maybe Chloe will change that.

1970’s Skirt Potholders For Sale

November 24th, 2015
Vintage 1970's Skirt Potholdders

Vintage 1970’s Skirt Potholdders

These are the potholders I made from the long patchwork home-made skirt from  the 1970’s.  I used the patchwork squares from the skirt then added the blue and purple solids, because the potholders called for it.

My Vintage Skirt Potholders are $15 each + $5 shipping for 1-2 and $7 shipping for 3 or more.  Shipping outside the US is slightly more.  If you’re interested in any, just email me here at maria@fullmoonfiberart.com.  I take checks and paypal.

The Patchwork Skirt, after I got to it.

The 1970’s  Patchwork Skirt (after I started cutting into it)  I made the potholders from.


Jon Helping Fate Keep the Sheep Back, A Video

November 24th, 2015

sheep herding

This morning Chloe and I were taking a walk in the back pasture when Jon came in the pasture with Red,  Fate and the sheep.  It seems Socks was giving Fate a hard time so Jon helped her out.  Fanny and Lulu came along too.  I got a video of it.

A Little Joy

November 23rd, 2015

duck quilt

I woke up in a foul mood today.  It eased as the day went on, I think partly because I started working on this quilt.   Each time I sewed  a piece of fabric together and I like the way it looked it was a little joy.

Monday Morning Video From Bedlam Farm, It’s Cold Out Today

November 23rd, 2015

Hungry Eyes

November 22nd, 2015
Ancient Greek pottery at the Williams College Musuem

Ancient Greek Pottery at the Williams College Museum

Friday night I was reading an article in the New Yorker about Herculaneum. It’s the lesser known ancient Italian city that was covered by ash during the same eruption of Mount Vesuvius that covered Pompeii.

Herculaneum has only been partially excavated, but in 1752 a library of papyrus scrolls were found there.  And since then people have been trying to figure out a way to unroll  them with the scrolls falling apart into hundreds of pieces.  They’re believed to contain some of the missing writings of ancient Greek and Roman philosophers, poets and historians.   The article explains how there’s now technology that may be able to read the scrolls without unrolling them.  Don’t ask me to explain that part, I could barely understand what I was reading.

But those details didn’t matter.  I was fascinated by all the history and the descriptions of the ink and the papyrus used to  create the scrolls.  And as I was reading the article the idea popped into my head that I needed to go to the Williams College Museum.

So on Saturday, we went.  The Williams College Museum is about 50 minutes from us in Williamstown MA.  It’s small, but has a serious permanent collection.   A mix of ancient, historical and contemporary art , that is always changing, and always has a new contemporary exhibit.  I wasn’t sure exactly what I was looking for when I went to the museum, but when I walked into the room with the ancient Greek Pottery, I knew I was on the right track.

It was a big room with only a few pieces in it. I thought of how many times I’ve been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and breezed through the rooms  of Greek Pottery.  There’s so much of it, it’s like being in one of those giant box stores, I could just never look at it all or even just choose one to focus on.  And I was never really interested in it.

There were only about five pieces of pottery and I devoured each of them with my eyes.  Then I came to the cabinet with the scrap of papyrus with words on it.  It was the writings of the Greek Philosopher Epicurus.  Not from the scrolls I had read about, but close enough.

The Papyrus somehow got me to the museum, but it wasn’t the Holy Grail.  I found myself looking at a lot of the other art in the museum with the same intensity.  Usually when I go to a museum I walk through the rooms, finding one or two pieces to concentrate on.   This time so much of art got my attention and held it.  I didn’t even realize how much time I was spending looking, until two hours later when Jon told me.   Usually we’re in sync when we go to museums.  This time it was like it was just me and the art.

I was drawn to all those fine lines in the figures on the  Greek Pottery, the simplicity and elegance.   And the clarity of the story that each vase told.  The texture and ware was visceral, some of the less preserved  images faded to nothing.   And it wasn’t the content, but was the line and the edge and the physical “feel” that pulled me to the other art I was interested in looking at too.

So I’m not sure what happened, or how this experience will work its way into my art. But I’m glad I listened to the voice that told me to go to the Museum.   It was a fulfilling couple of hours.  Like eating a really tasty meal with someone I love.  My eyes were hungry when I got to the museum,  and when I left, they were satisfied.

One of the other Ancient Greek Vases

A detail from one of the other Ancient Greek Vases (the figure on the right reminds me of a Picasso figure)





Driving with the Train

November 22nd, 2015

There’s a train that runs right along the road we take to go into  Williamstown MA.  Yesterday we drove together for a while, on our way to the Willam’s College Museum.  To me the train feels like it’s alive.  A giant sea serpent out of water,  slowly and purposefully making its way to its destination.  It takes command of the landscape, only a threat if you get in it’s way.

Coexisting with the Holidays

November 20th, 2015

xmas s carf

Last night I had a dream that I was walking in the woods and something was following me.  It wasn’t walking behind me, but along side me.  I couldn’t see it, because it was off the path in the thick woods, but I knew it was a bear.   When I ran, it ran, when I walked, it slowed down.   I didn’t feel threatened by the bear, but it didn’t feel good either.

When I looked up the meaning of being chased by a bear in a dream, I found it meant I was avoiding something that I needed to confront.

That’s when I thought of the holidays.  How they’re beginning to loom over me.  How I wish they would just go away.  Then Jon suggested that  we don’t celebrate  Christmas.  And the holidays started to feel a little bit better.  It’s been a dream of mine for a long time to do just that.  But Jon always seemed to want to try to make the day special and I didn’t want to take that away from him.

So this year we’re thinking differently about the holidays.  Not running from them, but making them what we want them to be.  And Christmas, as a day of being together with Jon, and the animals, reading, walking, taking it easy, that feels really good to me.

So when I went into my studio this morning and was looking through my vintage hankies to make more scarves, I found the stash of Christmas hankies.  I could have left them in my box, but then I knew they’d be there for at least another year.

So I decided to put them together and make them into a Christmas Scarf.  Just the opposite of what I want from my holidays.  But, while I know I’m not alone in my distress this time of year, I also know there are so many people who genuinely enjoy the season.  It has meaning for them that I’ve never been able to grasp.  So I like the idea of sending these Christmas hankies, some of them soft with wear and others stiff with having been kept safe for years, back out into the world.

They’ll bring someone some Christmas joy, not something that would happen if I left them in my hankie box.  And I have to say, I like the way the design of this scarf came out.

Also, I’m tired of running from the bear.   Maybe this year we can just coexist.

Grey Hen In The Barn

November 20th, 2015

hen in the barn

Grey Hen was in the barn this morning and she was awful chatty.  The chickens have been moulting for  a couple of months and they were looking pretty skanky for a while.   But now they’re beautiful again, exploring all corners of the farm and even laying eggs.

Gray Hen had so much to say this morning I thought I should give voice to her clucking by taking a video.  Then the light burst through the window and sudden Grey Hen was almost ethereal.  Like she was in Hen Heaven or something.   Have a look….


Minnie’s New Pillow

November 20th, 2015

minne and flo with new pilow

Well it worked.  Minnie seems to like the new pillow I made her for her box.  She and Flo were in their places when we got up this morning.

I may use a little velcro on the bottom of the pillow to keep it in place, it’s a bit slippery.