Cherry picking on the farm

Tractor

Sorry for my sudden mini-hiatus. I’ve been overwhelmed with good things and no time to keep track of them. I have two weeks of fun to share with you, and that’s always a nice development heading in to summer. We’re still getting used to the new climate, but I anticipate my posts a few weeks from now will consist of not much more than, “It’s hot. It’s so dang hot.”

On the farm

Now that Atti’s getting older, we’ve been trying to have ourselves an adventure every weekend. We thought we were finally at a point where we could take him to a farm and he might actually care. Not so much.

We drove all over creation looking for a U-Pick farm, and only found one. The owner told us that nobody wants to pick anymore. She spends most of her time taking in field trips and girl scout troops. Several of the places we tried that were listed in our guide as U-Pick gave it up years ago and are just a farm stand now. It’s too bad, we’ve loved picking our own apples in the mountains outside San Diego, or blueberries up in New Hampshire.

Cherry Picking

The farm we found was still a really good place, though, and we set out to pick ourselves some cherries and strawberries. But as soon as Atti’s stroller hit the dirt road he started throwing a hissy fit. My child is a little vampire baby and while he likes going outside, he does not like the sun in his eyes. Or the existence of dirt or grass.

I remember when I was in second grade we lived in Texas. I spent the whole summer with a box of library books next to me. My siblings were so frustrated with my refusal to come out and play that they swiped my precious math workbook and burned it in the middle of the dirt road behind our house. To appease them, I’d walk outside with a book in hand, do a lap around the house, and then go back inside where it was cool. I’m afraid Atti might have developed my ‘indoor’ tendencies.

We shoved berries in our basket as fast as we could to make the trip worth our time and I left Bear to pay for everything while I got Atti back in the car and calmed down with a precious Elmo DVD (that he is only allowed to watch on very long car rides because I am a mean mom). While I was tending to Atti, Bear snuck off and found the blackberries and got me my very own pint. I ate them all in one sitting.

An embarrassment of riches
We stopped at a farm stand on the way home to get some apricots I had been craving, and couldn’t resist picking up some blueberries and peaches too. Summer has begun here, and the fruit is just divine.

2010 Year of Pleasures #23

Golden Boy

This guy’s hair just kills me. I have no idea how I ended up with a blond haired hazel eyed little man. If it weren’t for that chin and that nose I’d wonder if he was switched in the NICU.

Beadwork Inspired by Art

Beading Book

When we came up to Modesto in the beginning of April to look for a house, I was having a really tough time with the fact that we couldn’t find anything. So I took myself for a little date to my favorite craft store to see how it was doing in my time away.

I came across this great book and since I’ve had beading on the brain, I knew it was just the thing to drown my sorrows in.

Beading Book
This is the project that sold me this book. Is this gorgeous, or what?

Beading Book
I absolutely loved the format of this book, and I’ll be sure to hunt down any others in the series. Each piece was directly inspired by a work of art reflecting the theme. That vase comes from a painting, this pendant comes from architecture, other projects are inspired by a doorknob, a fence, a building, or advertisements. And each one is just exquisite.

Beading Book
Seed beads are one of my favorite mediums to work with, but I so rarely find a design I like. Sorting all these projects out by the style of one art movement makes it so that every single project in this book is calling to me.

Fine Art Beading Project

Beading project

This is one of those ridiculously large scale projects I got underway last week. It’s something that’s been kicking around in my head forever but I can only now get around to it because I planned it all out, but also because I finally saved up enough money to pay for the thousands of seed beads I needed. Thank you to everyone who clicks on one of those ads over there, because without your help this project never would have seen the light of day. Beads are expensive, but especially for how many I needed.

I’ve been wanting to dip my toe in the water of the fine art world. I think of what I do as art in a sense, but to me, true fine art makes a comment on the larger world. I wanted to take these typically crafty mediums I love, and use them to make a true artistic statement.

I love weaving seed beads. And I especially love the off-loom stitches like peyote stitch. I don’t know what it is about images rendered in tiny little squares of color, but I just find it compelling. Crosstitch, mosaics, beadweaving, I spend way more time than I care to admit thinking about pixels.

In all my thinking about beads, I thought about the importance they’ve had throughout history. How they were some of the earliest units of money, about the legends that whole sections of the country were purchased with them, how they’ve adorned the clothing of the rich and powerful since before the times of pharaohs. Beads are a compelling symbol of wealth and power and worth.

So I wanted to take something that I think of as powerful, but isn’t always valued highly – like scenes from domestic life – and render the image in a beaded portrait. Using the symbol of the beads to elevate something often overlooked into something worthy of kings.

I see a whole series of these images: a growing seedling, eggs frying, bread rising, a baby and mother, and to start off I’m going to make a picture of the dream in my head. A beautiful house on a hill, surrounded by trees and farmland. Home.

I took a picture I took of a house on a hill and used software created for crosstitch designing to make up a pattern. It took me hours to render the image with as few colors as possible without making it look like a cartoon, and then more hours to try to find all the colors I needed reflected in seed beads, but I think I did it.

Now I just have to get to work. I have a whole lot of hours of weaving ahead of me.

Best friends

best friends
Giving kisses

Lunch date
Gabbing over lunch

TV time
Chilling in front of the TV

two of a kind
Best friends.

2010 Year of Pleasures #22

Garage Dresser

I worry you guys are going to get so sick of my bragging.

Solid wood dresser, beat up pretty badly but super sturdy.

$15.

I think I have a Craigslist angel.

This was actually a total accidental bit of serendipity. I have been working for weeks to try to get the garage in enough order to actually be able to park our cars inside. But I couldn’t unpack the last of the boxes because we didn’t have any shelving to put the stuff on. And it was all stuff we actually use. Tools, messy craft supplies, stuff that I didn’t want to just leave packed in a big box to dig through every time I needed to hang a picture.

But I also didn’t want to pay for shelving in a house we’re renting.

During my daily perusal of Craigslist, I see this dresser and in the description the seller mentions using it in a garage since the finish is so beat up. Ding Ding Ding!! The perfect answer to my problem. For fifteen measly dollars. I hadn’t even considered getting a dresser. I just kept trying to consolidate and stack things more carefully. Now it’s like I have my own little tool chest, except instead of lug nuts, it’s full of metal screening and feathers.

Maximum Fun Drive

There have many times over these blogging years when I’ve written about Jesse Thorn and his work over on Maximum Fun.org, but I have to give him one more plug today, and give you all a heads up about an entertainment feast awaiting you.

When I first got an ipod four years ago, The Sound of Young America was one of the first shows I discovered. I think just through itunes rankings since there weren’t a million podcasts back then, and I fell instantly in love. Jesse and his earnest interviews of awesome guests kept me company through that boring temp job, played over speakers during our neverending house makeover, ran through headphones while I was in the hospital, and came over the computer while I fed Atticus. Just as I say in the video, Jesse’s podcast have been my connection to the grownup world in this sometimes overwhelming childcare gig.

The Sound of Young America is “a public radio show about things that are awesome.” Imagine Fresh Air, if every interview was somebody artistic and creative and totally interesting, and Terry Gross was a surprisingly erudite goofball.

Then Jesse and his pal Jordan Morris, who I sincerely think is one of the funniest people on the planet and until the rest of the world catches up is our secret treasure, started a podcast called Jordan, Jesse, Go! which is basically two goofballs goofing off together. This one never makes it from my computer to my ipod. As soon as a new episode comes through, I drop what I was doing to listen to it. There is a warmth that comes through everything these guys do.

The past couple of weeks have been MaximumFun.org’s annual pledge drive. Today, in a big culmination party, there is an 8 hour marathon of hilarity, totally free, waiting for you in your computer. Starting at 4 pm Pacific, go here, settle back, and wait to be entertained.

What a glorious day.

swinging

Knitting in the sun

Dad and Atti

Atti and his koala

We found our neighborhood park Saturday morning, and it just couldn’t have been more perfect. We’re slowly starting to get back to life and make ourselves at home.

The unveiling of Round 1

First of all, I feel compelled to apologize for the photos. Looking back through old pictures, it looks like it took me a solid year to figure out how to take pictures in the last house, and even then it was often a struggle. I’m totally starting from scratch here. I have no idea how to take pictures of most of these rooms without making them look like caves.

Anyhoo, ready for the poorly lit tour?

Living Room

Dining Room 2

Dining Room 1

Here’s a pieced together view of the front room. It’s quite big, big enough for my little library room and a dining room with my enormous table, but I realize now that I have been forever spoiled by the super tall ceilings in the last house. Not having them has made painting a breeze, but the house feels so much smaller to me. Despite the fact that, thanks to the housing boom and then bust, we have some slightly embarrassing square footage at our disposal.

Plate wall downstairs
I debated and debated whether I should put the plate wall back along the staircase or put it somewhere more prominent. It was such a focal point of the last house and I always got so many compliments on it, it was hard to relegate it to a place where you could only see a part of it. But that is a whole lot of wall space to leave empty, so…I don’t know. One thing I do not regret is giving that mirror a more central location. That was one of my very first Craigslist scores, and I’m happy that it has a place of prominence here.

Family Room
The family room is so big that I feel a sudden compulsion to buy all new furniture. I’ll be keeping my eye out for a bargain couch, but I usually hate entertainment centers and was so happy with this little low profile one. Maybe I can come up with some wonderful thing to put on the wall that will make it fit in better.

Kitchen
And the ridiculously big kitchen. The kitchen that is really too big to not have an island. I love the way the green looks with these cabinets, but I’m going to have to do something in this big fat space. I don’t think a big kitchen cart would be too hard to build. Luckily I have a local friend who’s a woodworker, so I’m going to put him to work. And then when we move to a different house where I don’t need a freestanding island, it can go outside and be the place I will one day successful germinate a seed.

Now for the upstairs…

Loft
Right at the top of the stairs is this loft room, and we’ve put our ancient TV here so that Atti can jump in his bouncer and watch Sesame Street while I type on the internet. The great thing about this space is that it essentially functions as Atti’s playroom. We can put most of the big play stuff up here, away from the adult spaces, and there are tons of closets upstairs to stash his toys. Our last house was starting to get seriously overwhelmed with all his equipment.

Bedroom 2
The cave-iest of the cave pictures, I actually love how our bedroom turned out. In our last house I chickened out on the paint colors and ended up with lavender walls with a brown accent wall. It was fine, but not at all what I was going for. This is what I was going for. Gray walls with a charcoal, almost black, accent wall.

Someday we’ll replace this ancient queen bed with a king (three cats, two tall people and a growing toddler had us finally seeing the need) and when that happens I’ll build us a headboard, get this bed off the floor and finally live like grownups.

Bedroom 1
We moved that great dresser I put in my studio last time into the bedroom, and now Bear and I each have our own dressers. It’s a luxury unlike anything I’ve experienced in my married life.

But still, with two dressers, a queen bed, a small jewelry cabinet and an endtable, we are nowhere close to filling up this room. And we never will. Honestly, sometimes I just don’t know what builders are thinking when they design these houses. What else do you need in a bedroom? Why put all the square footage here?

This house is way bigger than our last one, which is sometimes good (like the loft) and sometimes bad. During the housing boom there were several building companies creating these new developments, and they almost got competitive over who could build the bigger house. There is a lot of wasted space just to make things bigger. I’d love to have the master be half the size and have another usable bedroom. Or make the overall house a little smaller on the lot so that my neighbor and I don’t have to fight over where we put our trash cans. Truth be told, if a smaller option was available when we were looking I probably would have taken it. But overall, it’s a great house and we got so lucky to find it when we needed it.

A poignant moment

Mother's Day

I missed Mother’s Day at church since we were out of town, so I got my Mother’s Day present from Atti last Sunday. I never saw myself as the super sentimental “save everything my baby touched” kind of mom, but when I saw this card I threw all my cynicism right out the window and teared right up.

I mean, look! My boys!

When we got home I headed straight for the fridge to put it up. Putting that magnet on the fridge seemed like such a monumental moment. I could see myself repeating that act over and over again, our lives together flashing forward in front of me. I saw the artwork, the report cards, the college acceptance letter, all stretching out in front of me as we leave his babyhood behind.

I was already welling up, overcome by the significance of such a simple gesture, and then I took a look at the magnet. There was no forethought, I just grabbed the first magnet that came to my hand, but I have spent years looking at this magnet every time I walked through the kitchen, and sighing.

The quote reads:
One must still have chaos inside oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

During all those years of infertility I really struggled with the thought that I would be a less than perfect mother. Unhappy childhood, bad modeling, blah blah blah, fears we all have to one degree or another, and I loved the imagery of this quote and the thought that we can all turn unpleasantness into beauty. That maybe some unpleasantness is necessary for beauty.

I stood there at the fridge and just watched my life come full circle. All those years of clinging to the thought on that little magnet to get me through, and there I was using that same magnet to hang my child’s Mother’s Day card.

Life just creates little poetic moments sometimes, doesn’t it.