Patt with Two T's

  I recently finished knitting a shawl, which now I call a wrap since it is a bit out of control for a shawl.  When one knits on circular needles, it's hard to judge exactly how long the piece actually is since it all hangs together.  Because I'm under 5'3" I didn't want a real wide or long shawl, so I was careful to stop before it overwhelmed me.  What I didn't realize until I washed and blocked it last night is the length--it is over 9 feet long!                       When I tried it on before blocking, I hung it over my neck and each side reached almost down to my shoes, so I will have to wrap it around me in some creative way in or der to wear and not trip over it.  Oh, and blocking might make it a bit LONGER.   But let's hope not....I'm actually doing more to stretch it width-wise.                           Surprisingly, I have ya...

I've been trying to decide how best to sell my jewelry and textiles online.  I haven't had much luck with my website, but then I really don't do as much with it as I should.  For someone who likes to write, I pretty much dislike writing descriptions of my work.  It's doing the business part of art that's hard--I'd rather spend my time creating the work.   And it's not just writing...how about all the pictures that need to be taken and in what light?  on what?  where?  Then measure, describe, remember what I used to create it and on and on.  Just think about eating out these days--we used to read "hamburger with cheese", but today it says "a generous portion of the finest organic-bred beef topped with savory melted cheddar and organic greens and condiments on the side."  And that's the generic version!   I can't just write a crocheted wire necklace with a mixture of gemstones and glass beads in blue!  Hell no, it has to sound ...

  I've decided to carry my camera with me more often because you just never know.  Last week I had a fun afternoon in a friend's art studio in Princeton, and as I was leaving, Connie noticed two pineapples sitting across the street.  I know it sounds like the beginning of a joke...Two pineapples were sitting across the street from an art studio and one says to the other....  So, no joke and they weren't talking, at least not to us.  Where did they come from and why did someone just leave them there?  So odd. Didn't take them home; didn't eat them.  Just left them there for others to also ponder.    The next day, I'm on my way over the hill and there's a woman, maybe in her 30's, behind me in a Mercedes.  At the stop signal to turn left onto hwy 92, she pulls off her shirt and is left in what looked like a black bra.   The light changed before she could maneuver into another shirt, so onward she drove all the way up 92.  She p...