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Lace Tree Snake Goddess

Tuesday, February 9th, 2016

Snake goddess and treeaa

I finished sewing on the tree branches today.  I’m not sure what else I’ll do with this piece.  I think it needs some kind of border and I was also thinking of something leaf like.   But I’m really not sure.  I need to give it some space.

Snake goddess and treea detail

Snake goddess and tree branches2

Fanny’s Bray

Tuesday, February 9th, 2016


Herding the sheep in the back pasture yesterday.  Today it's covered in snow.

Herding the sheep in the back pasture yesterday. Today it’s covered in snow.

Fanny was happy to see us after my walk in the back woods with Red and Fate yesterday.  The dogs ran through our un-electrified five wire fence to get back into our far pasture.  Then I told Red to get the sheep.  I couldn’t see Fanny, she was by the barn, but I sure heard her as she let out a bray that traveled across the field.

Public Bathrooms, Some Things I Noticed This Weekend

Monday, February 8th, 2016


Wall paper in the Stewart's bathroom

Wallpaper in the Stewart’s bathroom

I spent more time than usual driving long distances this weekend.  Along the way I found myself in different public bathrooms.   Thinking about recording some of the things I notice, I took some pictures.

Stewart’s is like the 7-11 of Upstate NY.  Except  you can usually depend on them for having clean bathrooms.  And their bathrooms actually have wall paper in them.   I couldn’t help noticing the graffiti on this one.  I think it says a lot about an area when the graffiti is about Border collies herding cows.

Sign in the bathroom on I-90 in Massachuttes

Sign in the women’s room on I-90 in Massachusetts

Really?! I thought looking at this sign behind the toilet in the women’s bathroom on the Mass Turnpike,  all those things that can’t be flushed.   Who would imagine the list could be so long.   And what’s up with the “GREASE”.  I mean who carries grease around and dumps it in the toilet at a rest stop.  The “HAIR” got me making up some pretty strange stories too.

Sign in a Chinese Restaurant

Sign in a Chinese Restaurant

Last is the  sign in the restroom of the Chinese Restaurant where we had lunch.  There were actually three or four signs in the bathroom, but this one was my favorite.  Theirs too I think, it was the only one that was framed.  Not only does it feel very personal to me, like they really mean it and really appreciate it.   But it’s in two, or is it three different languages.  There’s something aesthetically appealing to me about this one.




Snake Goddess in a Lace Tree

Monday, February 8th, 2016

Snake goddess and tree

Some materials I just find easy to work with.  I always be able to manipulate chicken wire easily.  It has just the right amount of resistance to keep its character and for me to be able to make it do what I want it to.  It was a material I used again and again when I first started making sculpture.

Now I’m  finding that capturing the texture, twists and flow of branches and roots with lace comes easy to me.  It’s as if the lace lends itself to having dimension, it doesn’t really want to lay flat.   It’s different from most fabric because of the dense areas and open spaces.  I have to work with them and sometimes they dictate what direction I take with the lace.

Today I got the roots and trunk sewn down, with the Snake Goddess tucked in side.  Now I’m continuing to work on the branches.

I have no idea what will come after the tree is done.  But that’s part of what keeps me interested in creating, not knowing what I’m working on will look like when I’m done.

Snake goddess and tree2

Good Monday Morning From Bedlam Farm 2/8/16

Monday, February 8th, 2016

I know I should be used to it by now, but each morning when I go outside I can’t help but remark on how spring-like it is for February.  The east coast is getting hit by another snow storm and we can still see the grass.  At least the ground is frozen today.   And the warm weather seems to have inspired Jon to do some entertaining this Monday morning.

Minnie having breakfast with the hens

Minnie having breakfast with the hens

Jon, Feather and the Light, at Blue Star Equiculture

Sunday, February 7th, 2016
Jon and Feather

Jon and Feather

I always come back from our visits to Blue Star Equiculture  feeling better than when I got there. Even if I’m feeling really good to begin with.   I know Pamela would say it’s because of  the horses.  Just being in their presence, she says, will make us feel better.

Jon and I were walking to the far pasture to watch the horses and people practice for next weekend’s Sleigh Rally and Feather, one of the older horses on the other side of the fence, started following us.  We would stop and spend some time with her then when we started walking again she would follow us.  It was as if she was demanding our attention.  At one point I took a couple of photos of her and Jon.   They were talking  silently to each other as horses and humans often do.

It was a bright and sunny day, warm with blue skies so it’s very possible that the cloudy streak  going diagonally through Jon and Feather is the sun.  But I’ve never captured the sun in a photo that looks like this before.  And  of all the pictures I took today, it only occurred in these two.

Years ago, when I was working in an old Grange I took some photos with my digital camera.  I was just trying to get an overall picture of the interior of the building but when I looked at the photo I saw what looked like a white cloud hovering in the space.  I kept snapping photos and in each one, caught the cloud moving towards the wall and through it, till it was gone.

Later I showed the pictures to a writer who collected and documented ghost stories from the North East.   He told me it was ectoplasm, as casually as if he saw it everyday.  I was stunned, to him it was expected.

I don’t know what’s going on in these photos, but I know when I looked at them I got the same feeling as when I was in the old Grange.

Perhaps the communication between Jon and Feather is made visible.    But I also know that Jon was thinking about his friend Paul, Pamela’s husband who died last year.  On the way to Blue Star, he told me he wanted to go to the tree when Paul hanged himself.  To visit the tree and think of Paul.

Even if it is the sun light somehow reflected by my camera, it still seems  unusual that it appeared just at this moment.  Jon writes about and photographs the light all the time.  What better way to communicate with him whether you’re a person or a horse.

Jon and Feather

Jon and Feather





Some of Grandma’s Fabric Becomes Potholders

Sunday, February 7th, 2016

Old Quilt Potholders

In between making quilts and wall hangings I’ve been putting together some potholders.  Not one batch made from the same fabric, like I usually do.  While I’m working I’ll see odd pieces of fabric that go together,  that won’t be ignored.

I used pieces of fabric from a quilt that Carol gave me for most of them.  It’s a quilt her grandmother made for  her and there’s also some fabric from Claudia’s grandmother’s fabric.  These were my inspiration, my starting point.  The rest of the fabric comes from my collection.

So now I have a small collection of  Grandma  Fabric Potholders for sale.

They are $15 each + $5 shipping for 1-2 and $7 shipping for 3 or more.  You can email me at if you see one or more you would like.  I take checks and paypal.


Vintage Fabric Potholders

To Begin With

Friday, February 5th, 2016

snake goddess lace tree

Today was a day of interruptions.  It took me a long time to get a very little done.

But I have the seed of a new piece.

There will be a lace tree, the Snake Goddess will be inside of it and it will be on the piece of fabric it took me all day to choose.   It’s all I need to know to begin.

Taming The Confusion, My Quilt For Sale

Thursday, February 4th, 2016
Taming the Confusion

Taming the Confusion

Taming the Confusion, those were the words that came to me when I first wrote about this quilt and it really is what it’s all about.  Gathering the pieces and making sense of them.   My idea of  “making sense”.

And I think subconsciously I was  illustrating those two words with the wildness of the Zebra fabric and the very proper and controlled  looking riders on the horses.

 The back of "Taming the Confusion"

The back of “Taming the Confusion”

By the time I got to work on the back of the quilt my body and  head was in a different place.  With the freedom that comes with it being the back of the quilt, I was able to experiment while having the front of the quilt as a guide for my colors and patterns.

I tacked it all with orange yarn.  The orange ties on that pink and maroon flowered fabric making it even warmer and creamier.

Taming the Confusion is for sale.   It’s measures 65″x 79″ and is $400 + $20 shipping.  If you’re interested in my quilt you can email me here at  I take checks and paypal.

I tack my quilts with yarn.  Here’s a short video of me tying the orange yarn on the back of the quilt.





Some Things I Noticed Today

Thursday, February 4th, 2016


We see new things everyday. We also see many of the same things. Sometimes they catch our attention and we really see them for the first time. Or we see them differently than ever before. The may not be big and dramatic events, but these things too, help to make  our lives what they are. Here’s some things I saw today….

When walking in the woods this morning I saw, for the first time, the “twin” lichen on this tree.  I’ve passed this tree many times, I know I have because it’s on a path I walk a lot, but this is the first time I saw the lichen.  Not quite a mirror image,  but unlike most of nature, it has a  symmetry that made  me notice and look at it  and wonder why  the lichen would grow so close together and be two different colors.


I was tacking my quilt and  reached over to cut another piece of yarn to thread my needle with I noticed all the lines that the yarn and electrical cords created.  I stuck my threaded needle in the ironing board padding creating an unintentional  line then noticed the diagonals of the ironing board legs.  With that,  all the other lines in front of me were brought to my attention.  It’s as if they created an environment, a three-dimensional drawing.  The lines then creating shapes in the negative space which became  forms or the illusion of forms to my eyes.


The rust is coming through the  now three-year old  paint job I did on  the kitchen cabinets when we moved into the house.  And that’s probably the last time I noticed the Youngstown Kitchens by Mullins logo below the sink.   Is she some 1050’s Amazon woman, with her 1950’s waist and skirt and bow an arrow?   A kitchen Goddess?  I fell for her.  I bet she’s lonely, going unnoticed for so long.  I’ll have to pay her more attention.


Every day I look for eggs.  Our hens are laying.  Sometimes in the barn (there are three nests where they lay in the barn)  always in the coop.  This perfect egg (they’re all perfect) was in the coop, in a round nest of hay and leaves. The sun of its universe.  Still warm in my hand, I thanked the chickens for tomorrows breakfast.