Tuesday, February 12, 2013


I'm on the second story of a double decker Megabus, scooting along towards Oakland in the company of a lot of cheerful Rastafarians. The bus is pretty swank, way nicer than Greyhound for a lot less money. One of my resolutions for this year was to visit Grandma Teddy more, and so I'll be on this bus at least once most months.

Two births last week, and I'm feeling tired, out of shape. And gross from too many late night takeout meals. Time to spend some time on myself and my health. So...for a few days, starting now, I'm cleaning this up. Lots of water, light meals of healthy stuff, long wals. Hold me to it, please.

Naptime, then sunrise on the bus. We have skylights. It's pretty awesome.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013


I have this favorite apron that I bought in Japan a few years ago. It just so happens to have a really nice shape, good pockets, and it has a kitty. Very important.
I wear my aprons a lot when I'm around the house, because when I'm on call (which is pretty much all the time) I have to have my phone on my person. Stuffing a fat smartphone in jeans is not so comfortable, and if I'm wearing pocketless skirts or dresses, forget it. Aprons are like instant pockets.
See how the cat fears my grimy hands? Poor kitty was getting pretty grungy, so I made another in the clone lab.
I copied the pattern from apron #1 and tried to use all the same construction, including nice details like a bias-taped hem. Unfortunately I forgot that about corduroy's nap, so some of the pieces have a different sheen than the others. Oh well - it may be a fancy apron, but it's still an apron.
The cat's on the other side now. All the stuff to make this - rusty red corduroy, matching rusty red cotton for the ties, bias tape, felt, embroidery thread - was all stuff I had lying around.
And then I went and busted up some concrete. The end.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Laid in Los Feliz

How could they not be happy, living in a neighborhood called "The Happy"? I got a giant box of egg cartons on the internets, and am selling a couple dozen to friends each week. My egg money buys me a lunch or two and it feels good.

Someone found a stray chicken in the neighborhood and brought it to me, thinking it might be one of mine...so now I have 13 chickens. The other girls are beating her up, so she's hanging out with me while I work. Very sociable little chicken she is; she keeps sneaking up behind me then running away when I turn around.
I don't watch sports, but some part of me does wish I could be vegging out in front of a big screen with a giant plate of nachos and chicken wings (don't worry chickens, not anyone you know) and some good movies. Instead I'm dealing with this:
and trying not to think about this:
Los Angeles noise ordinance prohibits "construction noises" on Sundays, so I guess the rotary hammer will have to wait until tomorrow! I'm looking forward to having a little less concrete in my life.