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  • Cycle

    This isn’t a new thought or anything, I think about my cycle a lot. My craft cycle that is. I talked to Sue today and she mentioned I’d been knitting a lot, and I have. See I go through these cycles, I think I have all my life. Maybe my mom will remember my first one, I bet it had to do with scissors and crayons, am I right. I’m just going to hit the last six years or so.

    1). Beading. My first real obsession with beading came on a family trip to the redwoods, we stopped at this place that was so huge and wonderful to my like 12 year old self: The Garden of Beadin. I still have some of my beads from here because I bought them under a kinda spell, they are fun and funky, birds and things, with no real purpose for the kind of jewelry I make. I got into it big time a few years ago and Bj made me this wonderful wooden box for my birthday, he also sorted all my beads into these glass specimen containers, so so cool. I love turning them in my fingers and seeing the glass of the beads catch the light.

    2). The Fine Arts. As in my degree. Painting, printmaking, oil and acrylic paintings, instillation work, photography. I loved being an art major. I loved all of these things, my upper level printing and painting classes were my life. Late nights at the studio, gallons of diet coke, crazy ideas and wonderful results.

    3). Scrapbooking. I first started scrapbooking "for real" the summer before my senior year. I wanted to get it all down, I realized how fast school was going by, with crew and everything. I couldn’t even define all the years, they were running together. I got a simple Kolo set up, and started that way.

    4). Quilting. Collecting paper and collecting fabric, they go hand in hand for me. I love vintage finds, and new crazy colors, stacking them up together, cutting up and sewing it. The actual quilting part, well..

    5). Scrapbooking. So then I got into scrapbooking, like really into it. I worked for a scrapbooking company and if there was a slightly damaged piece of paper or extra of something they would give it to the people who worked there, including me. At first I didn’t discriminate and took anything it was all so cool to me. Then I had a major purge, found my style and stocked up on stuff, lots of stuff.

    6). Knitting. I had learned knitting pretty young. With big needles and acrylic yarn. I picked it up from time to time, knitting washcloths and stuff. A new shop opened up in town and I got to see all the cool stuff, Nora, real wool, yum, yum. Then I moved onto scarfs, hats, socks, mittens, now the sweater. It’s so relaxing and portable, and I feel I can still be social with other people because usually I can talk while I’m working on projects.

    7). Spinning. The new one. This is really fun and I did buy my wheel. I got it with the money my grandmother and grandfather left me, something really cool to remember forever. I hope to get into this more.

    I think that pretty much covers everything that I still have contact with, you know I left out fleeting things like candle making and collage (which was huge for me in high school, I have a huge large paper collection, it’s under my bed). I miss all the things I am doing them when ever I’m not doing them. I wish I could do them all at once. I think Bj thinks I’m a little crazy, the way I jump from one thing to another. Totally stock up for something, get all into it, and then go, hey I want to do this. I have these dreams for a huge studio. Because I think if I had to pick one thing I super ultra miss, it’s painting and printmaking. The things I can not do here. The pulling up of a print after it goes through the press, ahhh I’m drooling over here. So what is the point of all this? Well that I haven’t forgotten about the other things. And I’m probably going to get kicked off stuffdock (a compilation of scrapbooking blogs), not that I know how they chose me to be on there in the first place, because I haven’t scrapbooked in so long. So maybe some day I’ll find out how to do them all at the same time and come up with this awesome joint project. We’ll see…

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  • Ah food, friends, and family. It’s been helping my “issue” still haven’t been able to have diet coke or candy with much success (I have been trying). Who ever said the cut out the sugar thing, that seams to be helping, though I think it is effecting me psychologically. I brushed my teeth about six times today, so you know, soon the bloody gums will override the bad taste. Ew, just kidding I don’t press hard and I make perfect little circles with my extra soft oral b. Anyway…

    Tuesday night I went out with my dad, Em, Kim, and Brent to a place downtown, DiVinci’s. It’s Italian, and since I don’t eat much of that (okay for those of you who don’t know me insert gasp here) I had these potato pancake things, a ton of the flat bread and the olives and crackers from an antipasta plate. My dad is going to be gone for a few weeks (golfing in the desert, rough, I know) so we wanted to get together before he left. I never know how we get on the subjects we get on, but we were talking about hospitals, then my dad came up with this story:

    My dad had a baby sitter who had a race horse (they lived out in the country) and she brought it over one time. My grandfather said he wanted to ride it. The girl told him that it was really fast and quite temperamental, “please” said my grandfather and got on the horse. He immediately lost control and was going super fast, couldn’t see where he was going. A tree branch got him right in the chest. My dad and the baby sitter ran over. My 10 year old dad started crying when he say his dad not being able to breath right and ran down the road to a neighbor who was a doctor, “because of course that was before 911.” {at which point in the story us kids are like, wait, BEFORE 911? “hell ya, that cost billions of dollars to set up, took forever” my dad responded} This was also before children were allowed in hospitals to visit {what were they thinking here, how freaked out would a kid be if they ever had to go in one, like, due to an injury?}. The whole point of this story is this part: My dad vividly remembers his mom walking him to the Salem Hospital grounds so that my grandfather could hobble over to his third story window and wave. My dad bursting into tears and crying like crazy.

    My grandfather had broken a few ribs and went home in less than a week. He never went back to the hospital until he had a stroke at the very end of his life. And it was the same hospital. He was more into “home remedies” like this red sauce he insisted on putting on any wound. It stung like crazy and stained big time, so you were wounded, then in more pain, and dyed red, but hey, it worked.


    Emilie gets a kick out the pre 911 era.

    Today was a crazy busy Ribbon Jar day. I found out it’s the July issue of Country Home my ric-rac will be featured in. Tonight I went to a crew friend’s (Karen’s) new house in a small town near here (Aumsville) and met up with Tracy and Karen, of course Sciarrino came with. Fun times. Don’t forget about the my peeps album over there (need to find html code for arrow pointing right) if you want to see who people are. I just added my step mom, I seriously had no pictures of her, though I thought I did. Also big things happening in the laundry room.

    I love reading the free association comments:
    “Moolah! (as in cash money baby!)
    awesome Jodi, I was cracking up.

    I also like the female deer ones, isn’t English weird, doe, dough, why can’t I spell, ya….

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