Friday, January 29, 2010

Let it SNOW

I have had this picture up for two months in hopes that it would snow here. Over Christmas break there was a little flurry, but nothing substantial.

Well... today it's snowing HUGE, beautiful snowflakes and it's STICKING!!!!

I just needed to express my immense happiness and approval of the current weather conditions here in Nashville.

Thanks for listening.

P.S. Today exceeded my expectations. SO good.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Jr. Chemists


Back in the 80s, my dad was working at a record label in Anderson, Indiana (home of the Gaithers, Sandy Patty, etc...)

Anywho... one day my dad received a record in the mail with no return address or title.

Every now and then my mom and dad will just start singing these words:

I am a boy, he is a girl.
We stay away, far far away from each other.
Spookie cooties.

Naturally, I wondered what on earth they were singing, but when I asked they didn't know
because the dumb kids who wrote the song didn't put their name on the album.

However, here in the 2000s we have this awesome thing called the internet, so we looked up the lyrics and this is what we found. Enjoy.

http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bands_bd/jrchemists/index.html

P.S. Scroll down to listen to all their songs.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I am going to make one of these.




It's a rag rug.

And it's awesome.

Anyone want to lend me some random fabric you've got laying around?

If you'd like to join me in this creative effort, here's how:
http://www.modabakeshop.com/2009/02/braided-rag-rug.html

Monday, January 18, 2010

Who Knew?



That this beautiful icon was such a wonderful poet?

I certainly didn't.

Here's my personal favorite. It's entitled Life.


I am of both your directions
Existing more with the cold frost
Strong as a cobweb in the wind
Hanging downward the most
Somehow remaining
those beaded rays have the colours
I've seen in paintings-ah life
they have cheated you

thinner than a cobweb's thread
sheerer than any-

but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and singed by the leaping hot fires
life-of which at singular times
I am both of your directions-
somehow I remain hanging downward the most
as both of your directions pull me