Norwegian Table Prayer

Here's a new piece of calligraphy I've been working on, the Norwegian table prayer my great grandmother Dagny Davnes taught us. This is done in Blackletter - a meaty, greedy and sensuous face. Quite different from the gentle flourishes of Copperplate. I'm digging the thick strokes and the ability to lay that much ink down on the paper.

Color Palettes

An exercise we did in Creative Muscle this week. Extracting every color possible from an object using Color Aid paper. These would have been much better photos has I not taken them with my dinky camera phone. You get the idea, though.

Hot Pants

The Anton Man gets DOWN with his bad self. Takin' his first steps, standin' and clappin' and meltin' our hearts.

Watermelon

Bookmaking at Binders

Friends,

From February 16 - March 22, I will be teaching a 6-week course on bookbinding at Binders Art Supply. The class is $250.00. We will meet on Saturdays from 10:00 am to 2:00 pm. All the supplies you need are sold right there at the store. I'm excited!

Please spread the news to anyone you think might be interested in the class. You can sign up for the class on the Binders website.

Thanks and please spread the word!

Ketubah

Here's a ketubah I did for a recent PC grad a couple of weeks ago.

Buttons!

Holly suggested I try playing with sculpey. She's a knitter, too and makes buttons to sell to knit shops. She sews them to a card and the knit shop displays them. My finger's still injured from knitting and I'm going through a kind of panic similar to the withdrawal symptoms I experienced when I really quit smoking. My hands need something to DO.

SO I spent the weekend excessively making buttons. Yay for sculpey!

First Snow

We took Anton out in the snow yesterday for the first time, made a mini snowman and snapped a few pics. Yay for snow!

New Calligraphy

Here's some new calligraphy work I did recently for a wedding. Like it? Want it? Know someone who would? Spread the news!

Rug Hooking

Since my finger is still blue at the tip, I've put down intricate knitting for a while and am looking for a larger craft. Anyone heard of rug hooking? It's an old craft of making your own rug with scraps of fabric pulled tightly through linen or burlap. It's got a heavy folk art feel and is completely charming! This pattern I'm particularly interested in. Meow!

tanks

This disturbing image comes with an endearing message.

Peter, Glo and Mia came to town for the weekend to help celebrate Dad's 70th birthday. Some point in the conversation, we started talking about teeth. Dad flew upstairs and returned to Peter and me with two little jars with our names on the outside. Inside was the stash of two lifetime's worth of Tooth Fairy paychecks: our baby teeth.

Thanks Mom and Dad, for the tooth fairy. For candy and cake and ice cream (see my cavities) and fabulous slumber parties with friends and the best ever birthday parties by far in the neighborhood. Thanks for 2 years of braces (see the 4 permanent teeth with long beautiful roots?) and my retainer and 5 years of art school, 10 of piano lessons and mucho help with grad school. Thank you for tubes in my ears to keep infections away.

Thank you for giving me so many reasons to smile. I love you.

P A N D O R A

Sick of your iTunes library? Go to the Music Genome Project!

Ahhh Chooo!

Well I have nothing clever to say today. Though I am happy, anton and I have been battling colds. After three days of a fever that spiked 104 this morning and three night of little sleep for all of us (yes, I'm dizzy and barely functioning), I took him to the Dr. today. His fever went down again, and he doesn't have any serious infections, though his throat is terribly red and sore. If he doesn't get better in 3 days, we take him back for a recheck. The one benefit from this experience is another chance to seriously bond with Anton. He's never been this sick before. When he feels his worse, he buries his head into your chest and falls asleep there. It is the most heavenly feeling. I relish every whimper and snuggle. He is such a beautiful boy.

He has begun to walk while holding your hands. This is amazing to watch and really fun to see him smile at his own accomplishments.

Other good news, Bjorn's getting better. I walked him yesterday during lunch up and down Peachtree & Bennett and he did really well. Then back in the hallways at school, he walked off-leash with me, never stepping ahead of me. This is a HUGE step. He slept soundly in class and was cheery and obedient the whole day. I am feeling like I can tackle his aggression and make him feel safer around me and therefore safer around Anton. I am feeling like a rock star. I love you BjornMouse!

Mom is keeping Anton tonight so we can get some sleep. I am soooooooo excited.

Dad turns 70 tomorrow and I have this present to give him. My goal is to make him cry. Wish me luck!

I Love Burt's Bees

I have a horrific cold and cough and will post this yummy, girlie post in spite of how I feel.

This limp shimmer in "Champagne" has the tiniest hint of shimmery light pink - a perfect lip gloss in an elegant thin tube. Also tastes and smells like mint.

Yay!

I Love Dexter

Well, we are officially hooked. Hopelessly hooked. Doomed. Forever. We've just finished watching the entire first season and are now into the second. We call them Sode Marathons. What I love most about Dexter is the kernels of truth about life that apply to ALL of us. This truth is laced in between the bloody strands of detail about serial killers. And this one's a good guy. Remember how smart Hannibal was? Only killing the rude or guilty? Dexter's the same way. He deals with loneliness, isolation, and other aches for deeper feeling and meaning in his life, just like we do. So I like this guy cause I see myself in him.

Betcha didn't know I had a dark side, eh?