All Eyes On Red

April 18th, 2018

You can see, that although Fate is running like a mad dog around the sheep, they are paying no attention to  her.  All eyes are on Red.

New, Vintage Hankie Potholders Sold Out In My Etsy Shop

April 17th, 2018

Vintage Hankie Potholders

Just want to let you all know that the potholders I’ve posted here are all sold.  Thanks!

I just posted 8 potholders for Sale in my Etsy Shop.  

The four above I made from 3 different Vintage Hankies.  I’m not sure of the exact date of the hankies, but they look to me like they’re from the 1960’s.

They are $17 each plus shipping and you can seem close up photos of them and buy them here.

Cats and Dogs

The Cats and Dogs on these potholes come from two swatches of fabric that I cut in half to make four potholders.  Someone sent me the fabric a while ago.  There are pieces from a quilt square in the Cat Potholders and pieces form an old hand-made apron in all of them.

They are $17 each + shipping and you can see more photos of them and  buy them here.  

Gardners Potholder

I  already sold five of the potholders I designed last week, before they were finished.  (those were the ones made from the Vintage Hankies with the cats on them and one made from a Brownie Hankie).

I also this  Garderner’s Potholder  for sale in my Etsy Shop.  It’s $15 + $5 shipping and  you can buy it here.  

And I have more of my work in my Etsy Shop, so come have a browse around.  You can get to my Etsy Shop anytime,  by clicking on the Etsy Icon on the top of my blog.

My Etsy Shop is called fullmoonfiberart.  

Burying Gus, Home Again

April 17th, 2018

Fate and my Gus Quilt

We buried Gus yesterday.

Jon went to get him, where they were keeping him in the freezer at the Vet, while I finished digging the hole.  We had been waiting for the ground to thaw.

It’s a strange thing, but I feel like some of my dogs need to be cremated and some need to rest in the ground.  I don’t know how I make these decisions, it’s just a feeling. And so far, with each dog that has died,  Jon and I have felt the same way about it.

We buried Gus between two flowering bushes, a Rose of Sharon and a Hydrangea.  I dug up one of the old Hostas that were growing on the farm when we bought the house and planted it on top of him. Hostas feel prehistoric to me, like they’re survivors.   I like the idea of such an old and hardy plant marking Gus’ grave.

I hugged Jon as he said a few words over the grave, but I had none myself, except to say goodbye.  I felt my actions, the digging and planting, were my words.

It started to rain just as we finished raking the soil back into place.

Then I went to my studio and finished working on my Gus quilt.  I tacked it with red yarn, Fate sleeping on the floor in front of the quilt, as I tied each knot.

It’s good to have Gus’ body home again, although I feel his spirit left, for what ever happens next, weeks ago.




Mandy’s Elephant

April 16th, 2018

My friend Mandy brought me back a wooden elephant from India.  I drew it one night on a cardboard postcard.  I think this elephant may make his way into some more of my work.

Making Coil Pots At The Mansion

April 16th, 2018

Around the table from left to right:Jean, Julie (the activities director), Alice, Winnie, Peggy and Jackie.

I brought some clay to The Mansion this afternoon and we made coil pots.

I believe one of the most natural things for humans to do with clay is roll it into “snakes”.  Coil pots are a basic pottery construction, it’s been around for thousands of years. And the people at the Mansion, who I was working with today, took to it naturally.

This kind of clay doesn’t need to be fired, it will air dry and then can be painted or left natural.

The people who chose to work with the clay seemed more engaged with it than the other classes I’ve taught.  I think it has something to do with the tactile nature of working with clay.  It’s very immediate and direct.  And it keeps your hands busy in a repetitive motion.

We passed the coil pots around, each person adding to it when they had a coil of clay ready.

At one point Alice started to work on one of the pots and I could see she was getting into it.  She was smoothing and shaping the clay in a very deliberate way.  There was a confidence in the way she was working that made me want to leave her alone so she could concentrate. She was enjoying herself.

So I let her continue and started another pot for everyone else to work on.

I’m not really sure how the pots will dry.  I’m hoping they stay intact, but I’ve never worked with clay like this before.  And I’m not all that sure that our construction was the tightest.    I was thinking more of working with the clay than the finished pieces.

Next time I’m thinking of bringing a couple of rolling pins and we’ll make some slab pieces.   I’ll even bring some tools so we can etch and emboss designs in the clay.

Today we made three  pots together and as I was leaving, the women were starting a forth.

The 3 pots we made today.  Alice’s pot is on the right.


Good Monday Morning From Bedlam Farm 4/16/18

April 16th, 2018

The Tire In The Tree

April 15th, 2018

There’s one path in the woods that takes me past an old garbage dump.

They aren’t rare around here.  Almost every old house and farm has one.  They’re filled with old rusted cars, bedsprings, bottles and enamel pots and pans.

Some of the dumps are more up to date with plastic buckets and traps and of course, tires.

Just across from the old garbage dump, is this tree with the tire in it.

Normally I would find an old tire balanced between two tree limbs disrespectful and I would remove it.    But there’s something so sculptural, so intentional about the placement of the tire in this tree, that  I came to see it differently.

It made me think of how some Native Americans would shape the growth of a tree to use as a landmark. It also reminded me of some of my drawings. I’m often compelled to fill in those triangular shapes in my drawings with circles.

So I walked around the tree, as if it were collaboration between some person and the tree.  As if it were a sculpture.  I looked at it from all angles and noticed how it changes from different views. I looked  though the tire as if it were a lens on the world around it.

I still have mixed feelings about the tire in the tree.  If it were on my property, I would definitely remove the tire.  But it isn’t mine to do and I don’t think the tire will hurt the tree.  (I’ve seen trees grow around whole tractors.)

Those garbage dumps are just as much a part of the landscape, as much  a mark on our world  as the stone walls.  Not as pretty to look at, but a reality.

The tire in the tree speaks to that reality.  Whether the  person who put it there meant it to or not.

Belly Dancing In The Post Office

April 15th, 2018

I handed Martha, at the Post Office, a copy of the flyer for the Belly Dancing Concert.  I’ve been hanging them around town, to get the word out.

Martha looked at the poster saying she’d love to go, but she has a family gathering that day.

Then she reminded me that she took  bellydancing lessons for years.  “I can still do a figure eight”, she said.

I asked her if she would show me.

Martha stepped back from the counter, adjusted her shirt and went into a smooth, effortless taxeem. She moved her hips slowly  in a beautiful  figure eight.  Then she said “And then you add a little bump”, and seamlessly  shook her hips twice on each side before moving from one to the other.

My eyes grew wide and a smile spread over my face as I watched her.

She started lessons when she was eight years old, but Martha hasn’t belly danced in years.

Yet her body remembers.

My body had never  before moved in the way it’s learning to in my bellydancing class.  My taxeem’s are stiff and clunky.  My figure eight has edges and corners.

It’s a matter of practice.  Muscle memory.  Maybe even cellular memory.  A matter or waking that memory up.

“Women would do this after giving birth”, Martha said.  “To strengthen their stomach.”  I read they did it before giving birth, the ease the pain and aid in the birth.

For what ever reason, Belly Dancing seems to be something women are drawn to do.

It reminds me of when I had Chloe, my pony, and was taking horseback riding lesson.  There’s something in us that drawn to certain things.

Even if those things seem to have little use in today’s society.  Somehow our bodies  innately know and crave them,  even if we’re never done them before and they don’t come easy.

Snail Eggs!

April 15th, 2018

Nerite snail eggs

See those little white oval spots on the stem and leaf of the plant?

Those are snail eggs. Nerite Zebra snail eggs.

I’ve never seen a snail egg before, but when I saw those white spots on the plant this morning, I had feeling….

Most snails lay their eggs in clusters that either float on the top of the water or attach to the side of the tank.

This morning after seeing those white spots I learned something about our snails….

I’ve been calling our Nerite Snails by the wrong name.  I thought they were an Apple Snail and a BumbleBee Snail.  But both the smaller snails in our tank are Nerite Zebra Snails.

They lay their hard eggs on plants and wood.

But we’re not going to have a tank full of snails, because they only hatch in salt water.  We have a fresh water tank.  The snails can live in fresh water and lay eggs, but the eggs are waiting for the right conditions to hatch.

We could move the eggs to a tank with salt water and start hatching them, but I’m not sure we want to do that.

Although I’m thinking about baby snails, they gotta be kinda cute.

Tacking My Gus Quilt

April 13th, 2018

I made the backing for my Gus quilt.  I have it all sewn together, now I just have to tack it.  It is already sold.

The Back of my Gus Quilt