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On Grandmas, and Squares, Roadtrips, and the Snowball Effect

Alright, I’ll fess up. I don’t really know who this Aaron Rose guy is, or why he’s even relevant to modern/pop culture, or why the ubiquitous Selby wants to take his apartment’s picture. But I will admit to a few key things: 1. he’s got an awesome sense of color, and 2. I was instantly jealous of his mariachi guitar.

Oh, what is that on his shelf? An Olympus Pen? (Sitting happily next to a Canon FT QL, might I add…) I also remember liking the way his record collection is set up;

much more for the browsing and easier to go through, but not so well thought out for the sound. Mine doesn’t work all that well when you want to find that one Cannonball Adderly record and you know you maybe filed it under ‘C’ or ‘A’- I mean both are logical, but ultimately in my mind he’ll always just be Cannonball, but to Matt, well he might get filed by his last name.

(Add about thirty more albums, and you’ve got our current situation.)

Were the records not filed in a shelf, this whole search would be a bit easier. But I digress. This post is about grandmothers. Or rather, granny squares.

Ok, now we’re at the collision point of the above image and the rest of this entry. Without going into specifics, I’ll just let it be known that I am not a fantastic crocheting wiz. The four knitting projects I began this winter remain unfinished- and they’re all scarves (one, for my sister, who will coincidentally be spending the next winter in Mexico, so that project can wait- procrastination goes deep). But, as soon as I saw this image, I knew I was destined for something much bigger and wilder. So I stowed it away in my memory, all the while pining for the skillset to magically come to my hands. Lo and behold…

Well not quite, but at least I stumbled upon a blog that wanted to try and teach me how! That’s a start, right?

I think the original journey began over at A Cup Of Jo (not for certain) but somehow in the back pages of the Purl Bee, I ran accross an entry about a Giant Granny Square, which then lead to yet another entry on how to begin the little granny square. And if you know me at all, you know that I absolutely love it when little ideas snowball into big ideas. The Giant Granny Square has my name written all over it

(A really peaceful, warm photo of yarn suggested for a Granny Square afghan via The Purl Bee.)

So, there you have it. Not only are we taking on this wonderfully large endeavor of moving (next week! without a single box packed! Don’t worry, it’s only across town.), but I’ll also be graduating in June (cross your fingers, please!) and with any luck, we’ll have some money set aside for a pretty sweet road trip come July. Oh, and I’ll be starting a GIANT granny square to cover our entire bed, if not bedroom. Because I am just that fascinated with them.


Currently Browsing:

Since I’ve got about twelve tabs open in Firefox (a personal low, actually) and it is leading to some seriously slow browsing/typing/working/etc., I figured I’d just share what’s hanging around, instead of bookmarking them for the sake of investigating them later.

The sun is apparently the dimmest it has been for nearly a century. That is some seriously unsettling news. (Previous imaging showed many sun spots; currently, they see…none.)


Who Does She Think She Is? is a film I stumbled upon via friend of a friend sort of ways and haven’t had the time to investigate how or where I might see it. But it seems so intriguing as it investigates that dilemma that I’ve been faced with ever since I decided to have a serious career- a fear that’s been snowballing for quite some time now- is it really possible to have it all? How do female creatives make it work? If I find out anything further, I’ll post it.

My current Pandora station is still a little rough around the edges, but I’m working on a good mix of Delta Blues. You can enjoy it here. The image above is from the Mississippi Delta Blues and Heritage Festival Page. If only I had the time and money to get wild and crazy- I absolutely love me some Delta Blues.

Typographica is back! I am especially enticed by their book reviews because I absolutely love being able to touch my type.

I stumbled upon Kosher Porkchops the other day via Yes and Yes and have been laughing ever since. Particularly insightful and “inspiring” were “But it has a face!“, “Don’t order the fish” and “Things I have done in the line of duty“. Head on over and peruse. I guaranty you’ll at least chuckle once at what you find.

An Inspiring…Bookshelf?


Takes a lickin’…

(A very abridged excerpt from this weekend’s round, surgery #4)

Lo and behold, I’m still alive. Despite the valiant efforts of the blood tech Friday morning, I escaped with most of my lower right forearm and only mostly resemble a severely abused pincushion. To her credit, she was “green” and I felt bad for instiling a bit of fear in her by right off the bat mentioning that my veins were tiny and all other techs/IV placers had attempted one arm, then switched to the other. She not only did this, but also went vein-diving in my lower arm for a good fifteen minutes before asking her extremely aloof supervisor whether or not to pull out because no blood was surfacing. She literally has a needle inside my skin and is fishing back and forth and all around, hoping to stick a juicy one. She settled, in the end, just minutes before I reached my black-out thresh hold. Finally, her man-sized supervisor manhandled my wimpy veins via location #3, harvested what they needed, and were on their way.

Enter nurse “Travolta”, one five o’clock shadow too many and one beehive too short of this more prominent public “figure”. Though she was all about my vitals, I could just as easily imagine her going home and tossin’ one back with Christopher Walken.

The rest of the day and weekend gets foggy. I know we dined upon Giovanni’s that evening- my favorite Italian of all time. I also have it on good authority that I slept through Saturday and could not be disturbed until sometime mid Sunday.

Honey and I packed up the box car and headed on home late Sunday afternoon, but not without some sort of spending adventure in a place that held things we no doubt did not need. Appropriately so, we ended up leaving Cost Plus with a giant paper sphere to be used as a light in the living room and some big glass string lights for the patio, as well as some ornate light blue glass tumblers:


I am now inspired to drink more water and ginger ale.

Since I am such a lucky gal, Honey also permitted me a dreaded trip into American Aparrel, a store I reserve for times in which I have either absolutely zero dollars to spend, or the exact opposite. But, I’d had an item on my wish list since last fall and was just ever so curious to see what it looked like in person and if I could pull it off- some of their stuff looks so fun, but just doesn’t translate to my everyday bland not-so-technicolor lifestyle.

Meet: the Circle Scarf in hippie print.

I don’t know what continuously attracts me to tie die prints; they’re hard to pull off and usually make me look like I’m trying too hard to be all “free spirited” and “open minded”. And yet somehow, I’ve been yearning after this scarf for months now upon seeing it in person this last Sunday, decided it was indubitably worth the $34, especially in the navy combo that highlights my eyes (which, by the way, isn’t nearly as harsh on the eyes as it appears on line). I’ll probably only wear it three of the proclaimed 47 ways you can morph this thing: into anything from a superhero cape to rescue raft in case of an emergency plane landing. But gosh I’ll have fun in the process.

I think tonight we’re building a fort out of it with the giant Sphere orb as the moon.

If we’d kept going down this road, I may have ended up ordering the tie-die tights I’d spotted on Winona’s site and nearly keeled over in jealousy for their pairing of several attributes I live for in leg-adornment: the mere fact that they are tights, their gorgeous hue, the probable comfort factor, the way they might look in the sun, and the general exclamation of “Oh for fun!” they might muster from my sweet Grandmother. (We Love Colors Nylon/Lycra/Nolium?/ColorSplash Tights)

Now, what exactly did my doctor say about making any important personal decisions while taking strong pain pills?

In The Throes Of…

Finals week. As usual, my only harsh due dates occur on St. Patrick’s Day and the morning thereafter. I foresee no green beer, unless it is parked next to my drawing easel and flanked by copious amounts of Tazo Black Awake. In preemptive celebration, we enjoyed Boondock Saints on Sunday eve and sipped on Guinness, not for its flavor, but merely the symbology.

I’m taking a pseudo-blogging-hiatus (but obviously not a hyphen-atus; no, ours is a sordid affair that defies all grammatical logic). Why not head on over to my flickr and peruse the recently unearthed items in my fruitless attempt to clear off more space on External Hard Drive #3?

Or, you could just lurk, as I do, at any of the wonderful blogs I’ve noted to the left. A few are friends, but the majority are happened upon blips of intelligence/art/fun/wit/”yum”/etc.

I feel slightly sheepish in admitting that I (not so secretly) lust after one version of this bike (light canary yellow? pale melon pink? I’m on the fence): scoff at its hipster-mashupdom all you want, you’d have a hard time picturing a more graceful pairing of geometry, function, and hue (well, at least one that would provide transport at infinite miles to the gallon).

Besides, anytime you advertise something by photographing it with three-dimensional letter forms, you’ll instantly get my attention. Do it well, and I might even agree with what you’re saying.


P.S. I’m cooking up a couple other pretty big things that may take a few months to bring into existence (including a possible gallery show), so keep your eyes peeled.

I’ll see you on the flip side.

Stumbled Upon Spotlight: Royal Quiet Deluxe

Every once in a while, one blog/site leads to another leads to another and so on, until you find yourself in a place that you can’t recall exactly how you got there, or what you went searching for in the first place. More often than not, I’m just looking for something new- someone who sees things a little differently, has a different eye for aesthetics, or really knows how to express an idea clearly.

Royal Quiet Deluxe was a very lucky find and I have been “thumbing” through back pages ever since I stumbled upon this hidden nook of the internet a couple weeks back. From what I gather, she enjoys very good books, a nice mix of modern/clean design with a hint of rustic and sturdy charm, and in general just likes to think and look. I love her taste in clothing and the excerpts she pulls from books are usually either from great books that I have read, or books that I am now inspired to read.

She also pairs her quotes with images that capture quite brilliantly their mood and tone. I read the following and instantly likened it to almost every book I’ve ever read that gave me that, “wish it wasn’t over” feeling, that nagging in your stomach that makes you want to go bug the author at his/her home (or grave?) to write just one more chapter so you’ll know how it really ended. Particularly, these are the books that linger and give you vivid dreams for months after you’ve finished.

And you read one page of it or even one phrase of it, and then you gobble up all the rest and go about in a dream for weeks afterwards, for months afterwards — perhaps all your life, who knows? — surrounded by those six hundred and fifty pages, the houses, the streets, the snow, the river, the roses, the girls, the sun, the ladies’ dresses and the gentlemen’s voices, the old, wicked, hard-hearted women and the old, sad women, the waltz music — everything. What is not there you put in afterwards, for it is alive, this book, and it grows in your head.

Jean Rhys, Tigers are Better Looking:
With a Selection from the Left Bank

You can find this lovely quote, along with all kinds of other wonderful content at Royal Quiet DeLuxe.