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So the scarf is done.
Not as I would have liked, with colors and all intact, but patchwork-looking where the heat-setting did (or did not) work. It doesn’t look completely awful, but I don’t think it looks good.
Still, it was a learning experience, and so whenever the weather cooperates and I have time (the two are unlikely to happen simultaneously for a while) I will re-create this pattern. I know what I did that I like, and what I did that I don’t, and how to fix the second without removing the former.
Meantime, the scarf is on its way to the owner. Let’s call it a “proof of concept” mock-up of the real scarf, to be delivered at a later date.
A friend “commissioned” this scarf (we traded creative endeavors), here it is in process today. I will set the color, wash it and iron it tomorrow. This is likely the last scarf of the year for me, as I need to focus now on the garden and school.
For the first time in two years I am making scarves. Here is the first of the new series, with some of the steps to make it. The stretcher system is new, courtesy of Mother who got tired of seeing me messing with foam core, rubber bands and push-pins.
Finally, Mother painted a scarf this time. Here she is with her first silk scarf, painted with Dye-Na-Flow silk paints.
Will paint more scarves this week and next.
AS in me, being a mother, bragging on my own child.
Proud as I am of the kids, every so often one of them is particularly cute. Here is a pic I took this evening after the Alice in Wonderland performance, he’s posing with his makeup artist! Wish you could see the really amazing silver eyelashes!
Yes, I am very proud of my children, and think they are amazing. And every so often, they act as amazing as I think they are!
This particular play, which the stidkid almost decided to NOT participate in, is showcasing his abilities very well. The little video I thought I took with the cellphone didn’t turn out. Will have to try something else tomorrow!
seems to have turned into a virus. A head cold, actually. Not influenza. Which is good, because the flu knocked me back about three weeks winter quarter. But this is bad enough.
Didn’t study at all yesterday, just sat around in bed mostly, playing computer games because I couldn’t concentrate well enough between coughs and sneezes to read or think. Oh. And I napped… I suspect I will repeat this performance for Saturday (today) if I ever manage to fall asleep.
Until then, I am surfing the web and looking at my blogroll. A new category is in order, I think, anticipating the summer. Art Blogs. The first will be Art Projects for Kids, something that my friend Robin linked to a few days ago.
This shows the process I used to make this year’s “new year” card… the first good one always goes to my parents!
Here is the lovely little fir at my parents’ house — these open trees show the ornaments off so well!
And here is the elder stidkid trying out his grandfather’s cross-country skis for the first time. I asked his permission to use this image… It is impressive that he fell and got up — and fell and got up. The only way to learn! At the end he could go UP the hill on the skis, but the car tracks back down the driveway were not good for going the other way safely.
This is just one painting by my friend Jillibus — she did a whole series in the 1950s when she was living in Quebec, Canada. I took this photo of her work (and some others) while visiting this past weekend.
I have her permission to share these with you, and will gradually load one at a time.
The cottage seen here under the elms disappeared long ago, as did the trees. Partly to neglect, partly to a four-lane road that went through the cottage. Signs of the times, referred to by a few people as “progress.”
Posted by stidmama on 07 Jun 2008 | Tagged as: art, books and authors, children, education, fun, Gardens and Life, good things, Making a Difference, parenting, poetry, school, social justice, Uncategorized
Well, this wasn’t just “my” project, but I had a hand in it, and I feel good about both the planning process and the execution of the unit. I am quite proud that I worked outside my comfort zone in many areas this year, but this particular project was both the most challenging and the most satisfying intellectually.
I worked with the stidkid’s 6th grade Language Arts teacher to pull together a writing unit based on sense of place. We tried to work on both the creative side (how you express a sense of place and have it be both personal and comprehensible) as well as the “conversational” side (working with partners, we asked the children to describe a place they have lived, to take notes as their partner spoke, to reflect back how the writing made them feel). We worked on both free-form writing and the process of personal revision and editing other peoples’ work (I volunteered a section of my writing from the NaNoWriMo project last year as their guinea pig). We talked about how oral histories are taken down — as part of a conversation of a person’s history, often grounded in place as well as in time. We compared oral history to other oral traditions (myth, poetry, legend) that are passed down, and how those also convey a sense of the way people see and interact with their environments.
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Well, Robin has been writing poems all month. I thought it would be a good idea to write one also, since I didn’t manage to participate in NaPoWriMo (this time).
be bold, bright, splendid
quiet, calm, reserved
grey, purple, moderate, centered, boldly quiet, splendidly calm, brightly reserved…
and all at once
this is by ks, copyright ks, permission to quote and alter — but please cite ks as your source.
This is from “Always a Reckoning” by Jimmy Carter. I really treasure this book. Some of the poems make me uncomfortable, some make me sad or angry. This one in particular makes me feel peculiar. Wistful?
Priorities of Some Mexican Children
A sign was leaning toward adobe shacks
back from the road, across a dry plateau.
LLANOS it read, the same as our Plains.
When we stopped to photograph the view
three blackhaired children hurried down a path
shouting something, eager to be heard.
“Get out your pocketbooks,” I said,
“I can guess the word.”
When they got closer, we could tell it was not dinero but
lápiz and papel.
What would it take for our own children to value education so highly?
dinero = money; lápiz = pencil; papel = paper