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July 10, 2009

Spring Green Risotto

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What a week. Complicated stuff. I am looking forward to the weekend more than I can say. I hope it goes better than this week did.

And if you find yourself inclined to make the Barefoot Contessa's Spring Green Risotto, which I highly recommend, and, because you are in a hurry (as usual), you go to your (unnamed) local corporate grocery store which happens to be around the corner from your house but which also drives you insane because every single solitary time you go there for something, say, ricotta cheese, or arugula, or asparagus, or, recently, arborio rice to make risotto, they do not have it, don't stomp around the store irritatedly and say (not even under your breath but right out loud) "Why do I come here!!!" in the rice aisle and act like a big huge baby about it, only to get home and find, when you rush upstairs to change into your comfy clothes before doing anything else, that the fly on your too-tight-to-begin-with cargo pants has been completely down as far as it can be and you've been flashing everyone your underpants (bright white), possibly for hours . . . well . . . just . . . don't do that. Unless you really need to have a good laugh at yourself, which I did. In which case, by all means, do it.

Thank goodness it's the weekend. If anyone needs me, I'll be on the hammock reading mysteries. That's it. IT.

July 08, 2009

8:12 a.m.

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Evidence of coffee.

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Sometimes I leave it unmade. Sometimes I need to know that it's been made.

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My first attempt at fair isle. I think it's pretty good.

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New nightie.

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Guest room.

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Will be in use tomorrow.

July 07, 2009

Summer Day

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On Sunday afternoon, we rode bikes down the woodsy path of the Springwater Corridor from OMSI to Oaks Park, as we often do. Andy wanted to have lunch there, and we had the men's Wimbledon finals TiVoed, and I knew that the later part of the day would include several hours of couchpotatoness and central air conditioning, so we had to pay our dues and go outside.

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Oaks Park is an old amusement park overlooking the river, with filigreed pavilions and splintery picnic tables, a vintage dance hall and golden-floored roller rink, a tot train and shooting gallery, and a smattering of rickety rides that look like they're about to explode into a pile of metal sticks and bolts and rusty panels at any moment.

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I'm sure that's not true, but I don't like tall, metal stuff you're supposed to sit in (strapped down with a flimsy piece of nylon webbing/dental floss) while it spins around in circles, fifty feet above the pavement.

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Either it'll fall apart or (obviously) go rolling off into space, hurling its contents (passengers) toward that pole.

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Some people don't believe this, but there is nothing we can do about them.

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Let me now change the subject and say something about the Wimbledon men's final.

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Like: O . . . M . . . G!

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Actually, I don't actually know what to say. We watch tennis a whole lot (well, probably more frequently than you think we do, not that you think about us watching tennis at all, but if you did) and I don't think I've ever wanted anyone to win a match more than I wanted Andy Roddick to win on Sunday. I imagine there were many people who couldn't help feeling that way, even knowing what a win would mean for Federer. When AR lost the tiebreak in the second set after being up 6-2 my heart crashed to the floor. And, oddly, my stomach started to hurt. . . .

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I really do have an iron stomach, but something was wrong . . . something from Oaks Park was wrong. I was upset about the tie-break but this was Oaks-Park-cheeseburger wrong. By the fourth set it was me in the bathroom swigging Pepto Bismol straight out of the bottle (couldn't find the little cup thing, just relieved that we even had PB in there at all) with my mouth watering buckets about to totally barf, Andy (Paulson) inquiring nicely from the living room, "Are you okay?" and me bellowing [waterily] back, "JUST PAUSE IT!!!" so I would not miss a shot, then creeping back to the couch, feeling better for the start of the fifth set (which was at that point over three hours into the match), but then as you probably know the set went on, and on, and on, and finally, when they were about twenty-give games (amazing) into the set, starting to feel sick again, yelling at Andy Roddick, "Please break his serve and win BEFORE I GET THE MEAT SWEATS AGAIN, DAMNIT!" and, sadly, this had no effect, and they continued to play five more games until it all ended with Roger finally beating poor Andy, 16-14 in the fifth. I clutched my stomach. Man. That was one hell of a match.

July 06, 2009

Viewfinder

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Oaks Park, Portland, Oregon; July 5, 2009

I was talking to Andy yesterday as we were eating lunch in the park about how oddly lost I'd felt the day before, at the Fourth of July parade in Lake Oswego, without my camera. It was one of the few times I could remember feeling that way without the camera — but then again, I frequently have a camera with me, so I don't have to feel that way very often — and I was trying to find a metaphor. Not having the camera was almost like not being able to write. Actually, it was like not being able to explain. I don't like it when I can't show you what I see. This was the picnic table and the tree, with one glowing lightbulb in its branches, on Sunday. I don't have a picture of the tiny little girl in the wagon with the red, white, and blue star painted on her face, glaring at me (I have no idea why), on Sat.

How grateful I am for that freedom, the freedom to try to explain.

July 01, 2009

Summerhouse Pillows, Pattern, and Kit Available Now!

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Mmmm, reading. I remember it. I'm hoping to even do it again someday. Not today, since my goal is to do three things: 1) Finish adding eight new ready-made Summerhouse Pillows (sold out now — thank you!!!) to my web shop. 2) Finalize and make available a downloadable PDF pattern for these pillows. And 3) Start taking pre-orders for small-patch pillow kits, starting tomorrow and for about the next week or so. When I have everything ready to go, I will make links available, right here in this paragraph, so check back here tomorrow morning, Thursday, July 2, at 9 a.m. PST. All available now! Thanks!

Let me tell you about the kits real quick. I (with Andy's help, as always) will be putting together kits for you to make your own small-patch Summerhouse Pillows (the one on the right in the photo above). The kits will include everything you need to make the 16" (41cm) square pillow cover: 64 pre-cut assorted calico patches; interfacing; coordinating solid-color cotton backing fabric; piping trim; as well as a printed copy of the step-by-step fully illustrated pattern. I will also have feather-and-down pillow inserts (covered with a 100% cotton cover) available, too — you will have an option to include this pillow with your kit when you purchase it. These natural pillows are really nice, but they are quite bulky and heavy, so the shipping cost to include the pillow will be adjusted accordingly. But then you won't have to go out and try to find one on your own, so I'll leave that to you to decide if you need it.

The fabric patches you'll receive for the pillow cover will be very close to the pillow pictured, but please understand that they will not match exactly, since I'll be including several squares of various Liberty of London Tana Lawn fabrics from my own stash, special extras here and there, and, depending on what part of the fabric the patch is cut from, certain patches cut from the same cloth may look different. But all of the kits will of course be designed by me, your faithful servant, and so will look like closely related cousins of each other, if not identical twins. Andy and I will be cutting all of the patches ourselves, as well, so though we strive for speed and perfection (in this case, if no other, at least), please understand that human hands, a rotary cutter, and elbow grease are the engines that drive our machine here, so it will take us a few weeks to get everything together, based on however many orders come in in the next week (we'll stop taking orders after about a week, and then that will be it for these kits).

What else do I need to tell you. Oh yeah. A warning: Making these pillows is addictive. Spend time now with your family and friends, shop for groceries, clean the house, get a tan, have your Fourth of July, etc. Whatever you need to do. Because once you start making pillows we won't be seeing you for quite a while. You'll be sewing. And since, as I recently learned, a whopping 84.6% of you Posie Gets Cozy readers know how to sew, that means most of you. But no worries. We'll wait.

(And, as promised, more of my thoughts on sewing as soon as I get this pillow stuff on-line. I was completely overwhelmed by your responses, and it's truly taken me a while to absorb it all. But somewhere in my summerbrain there are thoughts.)

June 29, 2009

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Here I am, "working" at the coffee shop. I am having trouble concentrating today. Every day I mean to collect my thoughts about sewing and before I know it, the day is over. I have 136 messages in my in-box. How is that possible. I like that girl's dress. I like long dresses. I wish I was wearing that. See what I mean? Distracted. I had a busy weekend! I had a photo shoot at the house on Saturday evening. Then I had breakfast with Charlotte and Pam on Sunday morning. How cool are those ladies. Very cool. Then I took my sweet niece to the zoo. We had a great time, just us two. We got to see the bird show, where they let the golden eagle and the hawk fly over the crowd on the lawn. It always chokes me up. We fed the lorakeets and watched the baby elephant. The weekend went so fast. I wanted to read, but I didn't really get a chance. Forgot to say "thank you" again for all the cozy mystery suggestions. Now all I really want to do is read! Summer is here, big time. Sunshine and strawberries. It has been exceedingly windy. For two weeks. This makes Clover crazy. We love our new (i.e.: open) windows but our dog does not. When it is windy she can't relax. She paces through the house and sits on my feet, shaking. Then she jumps up on the couch and crashes through anything I might have on the couch (six balls of yarn, a tape measure, book, and a fair isle sweater on circular needles with about 60 strands of yarn hanging off of it) to get into my lap. So I can protect her from the wind. Just called dog trainer. He suggested going out for a fun run or ball-toss until tired, then distraction and refocusing her attention, but no babying (which encourages anxiety). I wish the wind would let up a bit, I have to say. But I'll try this. I can do it. Andy said he would make baba ganoush today. Later I asked him what he was thinking for dinner. You know what he answered, don't you.

Paybacks. I'm having baba ganoush for dinner.

I'd better get to work. It's already 3:31. I have problems. And summer-brain. It's the wind.

June 26, 2009

Where I Stop Reading to Bake Pie to Eat While Reading

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"Mrs. Mullet, who was short and gray and round as a millstone and who, I'm quite sure, thought of herself as a character in a poem by A.A. Milne, was in the kitchen formulating one of her pus-like custard pies," says Flavia, the sassy eleven-year-old narrator of my current read, in talking about her family's housekeeper.

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How could I not stop reading to bake one after that???

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Custard pie is my second-favorite pie! (Next to Sour Cream Apple Pie, that is.) I made this one (adding an extra egg yolk and leaving out the recommended yellow food coloring [!] ) yesterday at about four o'clock in the afternoon. At about five, while the pie was cooling, Andy looked at me and said, "What are you thinking for dinner?" and I said, naturally, "Custard pie." Upon which he got up and grabbed a grocery bag and headed out the door to the grocery store to get some dinner.

I am brilliant!

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I guess he is a Flavia de Luce sympathizer:

"As I passed the window, I noticed that a slice had been cut from Mrs. Mullet's custard pie. How odd, I thought; it was certainly none of the de Luces who had taken it. If there was one thing upon which we all agreed — one thing that united us as a family — it was our collective loathing of Mrs. Mullet's custard pies. Whenever she strayed from our favorite rhubarb or gooseberry to the dreaded custard, we generally begged off, feigning group illness, and sent her packing off home with the pie, and solicitous instructions to serve it up, with our compliments, to her good husband, Alf."

More for me.

June 24, 2009

Mystery Summer

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By noon yesterday, I had a little list of recommendations based on your comments — thanks!!! What a great bunch of suggestions. We rode our bikes down to our local mystery bookstore (don'tcha love those). We took a few recommendations from the ladies there, after warning them that we were lightweights when it came to mysteries — we loved them, but they could not be too scary. I really wish that mysteries didn't always have to do with, you know, dead bodies. But mysteries are, by definition, plot-driven, and I really like that. After many years of reading mostly contemporary "literary" fiction, my tastes in leisure reading have changed considerably. I'm going for stay-awake whodunnit rather than self-awareness and enlightenment lately. I'm sure that's not fair to mysteries. I'll let you know after I get through this pile. The lady at the bookstore said she reads three to four books a week! (Last week she was on vacation so she read five!) Awesome.

I have a bunch of others that you mentioned on my future to-read list, but yesterday I got:

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley. Started this yesterday and am on page 74 already (I am a slow reader, but this is going fast). Loving it so far.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. Lost count of how many people have recommended this book to me! Not sure what's going on with the "pie" theme and me. Perhaps should stop reading to bake pie to eat while reading.

The Unfinished Clue by Georgette Heyer. Bought entirely for the cover. I do that.

Hostile Makeover: A Crime of Fashion Mystery by Ellen Byerrum. It's on Lifetime this weekend. Don't judge me. Or, you can. It's okay

Andy got Fer-de-Lance by Rex Stout, the first Nero Wolfe mystery. We used to really like the Nero Wolfe series when it was on A&E (except that he was always screaming about something, which was sort of annoying, and worrisome. But Archie was cool). We like TV mystery. And I am still hoping to run into Timothy Hutton around town (we saw them filming an episode of Leverage by the baseball stadium a few weeks ago). I was also REALLY hoping to run into Keri Russell, too, because I love her. It would be cool to run into Harrison Ford, but not as cool as Keri Russell. (HF and KR were here in town filming a movie recently, though I don't know if they're still here.) And I would tell her how much I loved Felicity. Because I did.

June 23, 2009

Summertime Supper

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Pork tenderloin with rosemary and lemon, corn saute with heirloom tomatoes, roasted Yukon Golds, and bittersweet brownies with marionberry ice cream. That's what my friend Sarah made me for dinner last night and it was delicious. Summertime on a plate. Andy was working, so Sarah packed up a to-go version for me to take home to him later (awesome friend, no? Seriously). When he got home, Andy sat on the porch and ate it within seconds, then just held the empty plate out to me with two hands and said, "More."

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Sarah has an entire drawer of aqua-blue thrifted dishes. I busted out laughing when I saw it. It's awesome. When she packs a dinner for you to take home to your husband, everything goes into aqua dishes and then onto a little blue-gingham metal tray. It makes you feel very loved.

Thank you for all the pillow love yesterday! Yay pillows! Several people have asked me about which Persephone book is on my bed in the pillow photo, and it was either Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day or Mariana, both given to me by sweet Jane. Those are the only two I have, and I must confess that although I have read them both in the past I just put the book on the bed in the photo because it looked so pretty. Those books are so gorgeous. And they feel good. Smooth and heavy. Must get another. What I am reading is a library book I got yesterday called You Remind Me of Me by Dan Choan. Again, picked more or less randomly off of the shelf; I know nothing about it. I am having trouble picking books lately. Those other five I mentioned a few weeks ago? I started them all and couldn't get into any of them. I hate when that happens. I think it's me, not them. But I must admit that I want a page turner. I want a plot-driven page-turner. I want something I can't put down. Otherwise I just fall asleep the minute I turn on my reading light. And then wake up at 3 a.m. and can't get back to sleep. Grate.

June 22, 2009

Computer probs. And also pillows!

I'm sorry I've been so absent lately, but my computer I usually write the blog from is giving me FITS. I did make it through all of the comments yesterday (yay! and phew!). But every time I try to read an email or do anything more than that on it it freezes, and then I have to reboot it, which takes about twenty minutes, and then I do one thing and then it freezes up again. And then I scream. So I'm gonna try and get that seen to today but . . . in the meantime . . . pillows, ready for you! Sorry I didn't warn you this time, but my head's about to explode in a giant POOF of down feathers. POOF! There it goes . . .

Maybe I'll just stay off of the computer and make more pillows. I've got twelve more ready to have their pictures taken, so if you miss out, more are on the way!

June 18, 2009

A Midsommer Night's Dreame

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Yep, you guessed it (some of you, anyway :-)! Mlle. Clover made her stage debut last weekend as the "dog" of the character Moonlight ("All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lanthorn [lantern] is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog") in Pyramus and Thisbe, Shakespeare's "play within a play" that is part of the last act of A Midsummer Night's Dream. This particular production took place at Cathedral Park, and was performed by the Oregon Practice Shakespeare Festival as part of their summer season. They are going from park to park here in Portland offering free performances that are silly, lively, and totally casual. We saw their first one on Saturday, and it was a really fun way to spend the afternoon. (I read during the intermission.)

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Clover's participation came about when, as we got settled on our blanket, the woman who was playing Moonshine came up to us and asked if she could borrow Clover for the performance. We said sure! When the time came, the lady came and got Clover and we stood on the just offstage and giggled at our little star. She did so well! She actually just sat there alertly for most of her part, then laid down happily for the rest of it. Apparently quite comfortable on stage. What a girl.

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"I'm not sure what these crazy cats want me to do, but I sure am trying my best to do it!" (That's the Clover Meadow Paulson motto, I believe.)

There are many more performances this summer in various parks around town, so click on the link above for more information. I have seen this play so many times, including in Austin Gardens in Oak Park many years ago. So fun. I always love it. I love theater and concerts in the park so much.

This week has been crazy-busy. I can't even believe it's already Thursday. I am still reading every one of the comments on the sewing post but I'm really hoping to finish them all today. I have really loved reading everybody's stories. As an author of sewing books, it has been so interesting (invaluable, really) for me to understand more about what motivates people, and what intimidates them. But again, I will give you details when I have read everything and collected my thoughts about it all. For what my thoughts are worth, anyway! Thank you again for taking the time to share your experiences with me!

June 17, 2009

Crazy-Busy Day!

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But Clover Meadow was in a play! (Last weekend.)

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She played "Dog." Ten points if you can guess which play this is!

I'll be back tomorrow to tell you about it.

June 15, 2009

Pillow Patch

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WOW. That was quite a response — thank you! I'm overwhelmed (and a little sad that I'm not writing a dissertation called Sewing in Modern Culture, because there's some research for you — ask and ye shall receive!). But, believe it or not, I am still just reading comments, and I am only in the low hundreds, so it will take me a while to get through all those. But they are truly fascinating, and surprising, and surprisingly emotional (though I don't know why this surprises me), so bear with me and I will keep reading and summarize the response in the coming week or so. Feel free to keep leaving comments, of course, and thank you again for taking the time to participate!

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In the meantime, I have been making more pillows. That's pretty much all I do is read comments and make pillows. I think I will have the pillows that are ready all photographed and organized for the web shop later this week, or early next. (Pattern and kit-pre-orders will be coming after that, but first I need to send these pillows away, because I have nowhere to put them!) I would like to keep them all, actually. But you might want one, and in that case, I will be more than happy to oblige.

June 12, 2009

Laziest Daisy, and a Question

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While I was taking pictures of the puppers, I went into the guest room and found my laziest daisy, Violet Paulson, lying on a pillowcase-covered bread board I had brought upstairs last week — a makeshift ironing board I was using to iron in bed while watching TV. (Okay, maybe I am the laziest.) I am trying to iron all of my fabric scraps so I can cut them up into little patches for my patchwork pillows. IT. TAKES. FOREVER!!! I've lost count of the number of hours I've spent doing this. Good thing the Tori and Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood marathon was on!!!

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"Oh, I'm sooooo tired! Because I have to sleep on a bread board !!!"

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"I. Am. Soooooo. Pretty. Though."

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"Ya know?"

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In answer to several questions yesterday, that is a little vintage reading light that hangs on the headboard of the bed and yep, my pillowcases are thrifted — I have a large and well-used (and well-loved) collection of flowery cases from the '60s and '70s. We have so many pillows in our house it's nuts. I believe I am going through a pillow phase. Has that ever happened to you? No??? Try it. It's good.

Secondly, here's my question for you: Do you sew?

Lately I have been getting a lot of emails from people who don't sew, or are just learning to sew. They always interest me, because I come from one of those families/circles of friends where everyone sews, or knows how to sew, and doesn't really think too much about it. It's just what you do. For most of my life, I really did just assume that everyone grew up with big piles of fabric in the dining room, or pieces of thread all over their shirt. But now I know that's not right. So my question is: Do you sew (with a sewing machine)? If you do, what age did you start? Who taught you? What do you make now?

If you don't, why not? What would you need to start? Do you even want to?

I'm just curious, so if you have a minute this weekend, please comment here, and feel free to expound — I want to know. I am going to report back on the results, so even if you don't usually comment, see if you can this time. I really wonder how those numbers will break down, don't you?

June 11, 2009

Oh, this dog.

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God, I love my dog. I love her expressions, her earnestness, her sweet brown eyes, her gentleness and sincerity.

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I love how she follows me everywhere I go, and stares at me everywhere I sit. I love how she races upstairs and jumps onto the bed of roses whenever she thinks we might be headed toward the end of the day. She takes after me: She loves the beginning of the day and the end of the day the most.

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I love her skeptical looks and her stubby little legs. I love her soft, soft cheeks and her worried eyebrows. I love her giant, velvety ears and her leathery nose. I love her droopy lips and her bony forehead.

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I love how she reminds me, a million times a day, of her beautiful-wonderful auntie Audrey.

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Like her auntie, she's alternately silly and sweet, playful and pensive. One minute racing around like her paws are on fire, the next floppy on the bed like a big old warmy.

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I'm so lucky she lives here with us.

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And yes, I worry about many things — but dog hair (and knucklebones) in the bed has never been one of them. Couldn't care less. Never will.

June 10, 2009

Thank you!!!

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Thank you so much to everyone who attended the bag sale this morning! Everything is sold out, but I promise that I will have pillows available super-duper soon. Thank you for your so very generous support of what I do. I can't tell you how much it means to me. It allows me to keep doing what I love.

Back soon! Thanks again!!!

P.S. For those of you who wanted to see the bags, I will put those photos up here a bit later. They are not great pictures, but you can see the fabric combos. So check in a bit. Here ya go! Thanks you guys!

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June 09, 2009

Jane Market Bags on Sale Tomorrow!

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Whew! Tomorrow, June 10, at 9 a.m. PST I will put the Jane Market Bags I've made up in my web shop. The links won't work until 9, so be there, baby! (Update: All sold out now — thank you so much!)

I think, for the first time ever, a big fat ordering problem I've always had has been solved, too. My friend Shelly helped me yesterday to add a little tiny piece of html code to my Paypal buttons that will prevent double-selling of any bag: In the past, when someone has purchased a bag, I've always yanked it off of the web page as soon as I can, but sometimes the same bag is in two peoples' shopping carts at the exact same time, so they both pay for it, and both think they've bought it, when really there is only one bag (meaning there is one happy person and one unhappy person, and one very stressed-out Mrs. Paulson).

But NOW, because of this little tiny piece of html code, each bag has a specific "invoice" number, and once that bag has been paid for, it cannot be paid for again. So if you see a bag, and you click the "buy now" button, and it tells you that the "invoice has already been paid," that means you know right away that someone got to it just a minute before you did, and you can go right back and choose another bag. If the sale goes through and Paypal allows you to pay for the bag, it's yours.

I say all this with a grain of salt because, though I've tested it, I haven't used the function "live" yet, so bear with me. But I really think it's going to work. As always, thank you so much for your patience and interest in these bags! I am really happy with them, and it has been a blast putting the combinations of fabrics together. Some of the fabrics are old, some new, some are things I've had on my shelves for twenty years already! Shopping one's own stash can be really fun.

To that end, I have also been working like a crazy patching lady on patchwork pillows! I've made nineteen so far, and will have those in the web shop soon, too. For those of you confused by my magic patchwork technique, as I mentioned I will be putting together an illustrated pattern for that in the next week or so, too, and I'll walk you through the whole thing. I'll also be doing pillow kits, with everything you need to make your own, including the pattern, patches, interfacing, piping, backing, and the down-and-feather pillow-form itself. So, stay tuned for those — I'll be taking pre-orders soon, so I can order the right amount of supplies, and begin cutting patches for you. I'm incredibly excited about these!

June 08, 2009

Sinamon Buns

In the dim light of an early Saturday morning, I unveiled my pale, bulging buns:

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Sorry, I couldn't resist. They're rather suggestive.

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These are the Overnight Cinnamon Rolls from Williams Sonoma Family Meals: Creating Traditions in the Kitchen by Maria Helm Sinskey. It's a really nice book, and reminds me very much of the River Cottage Family Cookbook.

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They're my first-ever cinny buns, and I think they came out rather nicely indeed! I made the dough in the Kitchen Aid mixer, and it was fine (though not as fun as kneading it myself, I have to say). Start these at dinnertime, unless you want to be rolling up cinny buns at 10 p.m. in time for breakfast the next morning, as I was (the dough needs two hours to rise before you turn it into buns, which then rise again overnight in the fridge).

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It's insane how much butter there is in these. I almost rolled the ear of corn I was having for dinner right across the dough as I was making it. BUTTERY.

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But what in the world would be the point, otherwise.

June 05, 2009

Grilled Shrimp, Patches, and a Book

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Okay, where are we here. Let's start with the grilled shrimp. These are the Grilled Spicy Jalapeno and Lime Shrimp Skewers from the summer 2009 issue of Cook's Illustrated: Summer Grilling issue. This is a great issue. We actually have all three of the current Cook's Illustrateds around here: grilling, the June issue, and the Summer Entertaining issue. Andy got a subscription to the regular magazine for his birthday, and it is a great magazine, especially for scientifically minded people, since it really goes into the hows and whys of cooking in a very user-friendly and approachable — conversational — way. Each recipe details the process of discovery in creating the best version of the recipe, much like the companion television show, America's Test Kitchen, does, if you watch that (I TiVo it). Good stuff. Lots of extra information about buying shrimp, what kind of skewers work best, and  . . . grilling everything. I forgot that all of their on-line recipes are protected, so in order to access the shrimp recipe on-line you'll need to sign up for a 14-day trial if you are not a member; we made the recipe exactly as written so I can't copy it here for you. But this is a great issue and those guys work really hard on this stuff so you won't be disappointed if you get do sign up, or buy the magazine on the newsstand.

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Next: Patches! The magical patches. I don't think anyone guessed the special technique, so here it is! To make a square patched pillow cover, what you do is this: Take a square of featherweight fusible interfacing the size of your finished cover plus seam allowances to every patch seam and side seams and lay it, fusible side up, on a cutting mat or a flat cardboard box — something big that you can carry over to the ironing board. Then lay out all of your patches with their cut edges butted right up next to each other in very straight rows and columns. Then take the mat over to the ironing board and carefully transfer it to the ironing board to press. Press all the patches lightly but securely to the interfacing. Then, with right sides of the patches together, fold the outermost column of patches down along the "gutter" created by the tiny space of interfacing between columns, and stitch the seam, using a scant 1/4" seam allowance. Continue across the width of the pillow in this way, and press all of the seams in the same direction (pressing only on the right side of the fabric). Turn the pillow cover 90 degrees, and repeat for all of the rows. Voila! You have a pillow cover front in minutes!

I will be putting together a pattern with step-by-step instructions for the two pillows pictured above in the next week or so. I think you could use this technique for anything that requires a certain amount of body — pillow covers, of course, but also placemats, table runners, seat cushions, potholders, maybe even little girls' dress bodices, or the hem of a skirt, or jean cuffs, certainly bags. It's absolutely perfect for bags. I don't think it's perfect for actual quilts that you are going to wash and sleep under, because of the interfacing, but that's just me; I like floppy cottons in my quilts, and since the interfacing is synthetic it won't allow the quilt to behave as you might like. But it's a really cool technique, and I am making pillows like a crazy woman for all my summer birthday presents, and some to sell in my web shop. I think I'll probably make pillow kits available, too, with cut patches, interfacing, piping, and backing for a 16" pillow, since I have cut hundreds and hundreds of patches in the past couple of weeks. These patches are very similar to the ones that I cut for the Tanglewood Bags and my cats' living-room pillows last summer -- a bit of Liberty lawn, a bit of solid, a bit of really cool contemporary quilters cotton. I am still loving this look so much. I wish I had known about the technique then, because those pillows took forever.

Speaking of the web shop, I have finished seventeen Jane Market Bags for you! I was trying desperately to make twenty, but I just can't make any more. The cool thing about them is that they are true stash bags — all of them are made out of fabrics that I already had on my shelves. I am going to try and get them all photographed and in the web shop early next week, so I'll let you know when they're there. I am trying out some new computer code that I'm hoping will eliminate the possibility of two people buying the same bag at the same time, so we'll see about that. But these are truly one-of-a-kind and can't be replicated, so I am keeping my fingers crossed about that, so no one is disappointed (my least favorite thing about having a web shop).

Lastly today, my first summer reading book is Little, Big by John Crowley. This is my fourth time reading it — I first read it at the perfect time in my life for it, and it's probably my all-time favorite summer book. I had started and stopped a couple of my new books recently, and then just had the urge to go for the sure thing, since I know it will be good. It's not for everyone, but I love it. And isn't that the coolest cover image ever? So perfect for this book. If you've read it, you know.

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June 03, 2009

Kruger's Farm Concerts in Danger of Being Discontinued

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If you've read this blog for any length of time, I'm sure you know how special and important Kruger's Farm is to Andy and me and to so many other Portlanders (and maybe even to those of you who aren't Portlanders but have been inspired by the many posts you've seen around the blogosphere). This summer, the Krugers' farm-stand permit is up for review. If it is approved, Thursday night concerts and other special events and harvest festivals will continue. But if it is denied (and it could be denied, since a complaint has been filed), a part of what makes Portland so special will be lost.

In Farmer Don's words, Kruger's "goal is to continue to provide the public with a unique farm experience while remaining stewards of the land and good neighbors to the residents of the island." There is a public opportunity to comment until 4:30 p.m. on June 10th, and I wrote a letter this morning to Multnomah County in support of the permit. I know several of our local friends have written, as well. If you are interested in reading more about the permit, have questions, or would like to write in support, please see the farm's web site for more information and further links.

I've taken dozens of photos and written many posts about the farm. Like here and here and here and here and here and here and here. Thursday night concerts are one of my favorite things about living here. It would be heartbreaking to lose them. I really hope the application is approved.

June 01, 2009

Birthday Weekend

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On Thursday afternoon, I baked a chocolate cake for Andy.

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I baked the same one a couple of years ago. But it's a good one. He wouldn't mind.

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We picked up his folks at the airport and then headed out to the ballpark for the evening.

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Andy, his dad, and his mom's hair. I love this picture.

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Burgers, beer, baseball. And the weather was just perfect.

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After the game: over the bridge, then home.

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On Friday (his actual birthday), we all headed to the piney woods with a picnic lunch.

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Nothing like eating a layer cake in the woods.

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We put layers of quilts on the soft bed of pine needles and napped and read for hours while Andy and his dad tossed a football down by the water.

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This was my view, when I wasn't watching the lazy river.

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Or looking up into the trees above.

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That night, we had dinner with my mom at Nostrana. You should go here. Get the appetizer with the melty cheese and the mushrooms. I don't know what it's called. But OMG.

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Saturday morning, we headed downtown to the farmer's market.

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Don't you love that there are farmers' markets downtown, in the middle of the hustling-bustling city?

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I haven't done any market posts yet. To be honest, we've been going to the PSU market every weekend since the end of March, but I just keep forgetting to bring my camera. No dogs this year, either. Less fun for us, but I can understand. No one wants to see toddlers getting clotheslined by dog leashes in the chaos, and I've seen a few. I miss Clover Meadowhoney there, though. (She's so low, her leash just trips ya, right at the shins.)

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We got shrimp, creme fraiche, olive bread, chive cream-cheese, potato bread, garlic, onions, and gorgeous lettuce. That place is so awesome.We also went to Powell's and Saturday Market.

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Andy's mom told me about a dessert she'd had in Italy that was made of limoncello and frozen whipped cream. So we decided to try making limoncello ice cream.

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I used this recipe for vanilla custard ice cream, and just added two tablespoons of limoncello. Probably could've added a little more. But I wasn't sure.

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Here's an ad for limoncello.

Kidding. It's our backyard table, ready to serve up some of Andy's grilled shrimp, which I will give you a recipe for this week (along with the book list, and pillow-patch info — I just haven't had the time to put it all together yet).

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Andy got a fountain for his birthday which I'm he's really excited about. We he just has to set it up.

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Roses, lamb's ear, tomato. Dill.

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Limoncello ice cream, in evening light. I think it went well with my lemoncello quilt, you know? Later we watched Under the Tuscan Sun, where they drink limoncello in Portofino. [I didn't know "limoncello" was spelled with an "I" until today. Oops :-).]

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It was a wonderful weekend. Boy did I pick the right family to marry into.

May 31, 2009

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Happy birthday to you, sweet, endlessly sweet, dear-sweetest of wonderful people, my love. Happy birthday. xoxoxo

May 28, 2009

A Rose City Veggie Garden: May 27, 2009

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I planted my little back-yard garden just a bit over a month ago now, around April 24. Now, at the end of May, things are looking green, fat, and happy, if a bit slug-munched [contented sigh.]

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My garden, for the most part, is a little square outside the back door, under the kitchen window. There's a pink climbing rose called 'Eden' that's in bloom now, above the door. It graces the corner of the square, and has been there for six or seven years now. I think it's one of the sweetest, most adorable roses, and grows with very little fuss.

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In the garden, I have peas, garlic, a bean, leeks, broccoli, cabbages, lettuce, spinach, and an onion. This weekend I got a pumpkin start (not a great pumpkin [remember that?], just a regular-type pumpkin) and a butternut squash, to replace the spinach, which is about done. Around the border, I've planted about a dozen lily-pad-leafed nasturtiums, and their floaty stems spill out onto the sidewalk. The blossoms top a salad with pure sunshine.

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The bluish-green of the broccoli is the prettiest color in the world. Near that cabbage-green and against the dark soil, the color is deep and cool. The stems sturdily make their ways up, up. I can hardly wait for the bouquet of tiny florets. Its a miracle. You feel that way, watching things try.

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The cabbage moths are making eyelet of my Napa cabbage. I think I was supposed to put a collar around the little cabbages, but I didn't. I'll learn. The hard way, but oh well.

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This is an organic garden, with soil sweetened by compost, fed with a bit of organic fertilizer before planting. I watered in some beneficial nematodes that my mom got for me, but otherwise, nothing. It is what it is, at least this year, as I learn how to grow things.

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Well, hallo kitters. You've come to keep me company. Thank you.

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I took the little patch of hay-mulch out very soon after it went in. It quickly turned into a a really gross mat of scuz [wistful sigh].

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I still wish I had the hay. And a sprightly dapple-gray Connemara pony named Musette [wistful double-sigh].

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But a little spot of country green'll do.

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So that's the willow-edged garden.

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Over toward the back, there are the containers, in the sun.

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Here we have all the ubiquitous herbs, along with a lot of basil, a few tomatoes, a bit more lettuce, four potatoes, and two pots of strawberries.

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Here is a potato!!!!!

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This is a cape mallow called 'Very Cranberry.' I LOVE THIS THING.

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Strawberries:

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Jeesh. They're pretty.

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Oh. It's another kitters. Sleeping beauty.

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May 27, 2009

Pretty Patches

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So, if you've read any single post of this blog over the past almost four years, you'll know about me and square patches. About how I love them. Okay, maybe not any post.

No, any post. It's there. You just have to be able to read my secret messages. Like, when I'm saying, "I love my dog!" I'm really saying, "I love my dog and square patches!" Or, "Look! Dinner!" There I'm really saying, "Look! Dinner! I love square patches!" Most of you probably already know this. The others of you, chop chop: Gotta keep up!

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I learned a new technique to put together square patches. It is the awesomest. You can stitch together a pillow cover in mere minutes. Supposing you are into that, which I'm betting you are. Because you're cool like that!

I will tell you more about it but I have got to run because my in-laws are coming tomorrow and the house is in shambles. Much like this shelf:

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Hellity hell, Shelf!!!!!!!!!!!

May 26, 2009

Weekend Recreation

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May 22, 2009

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Spring's turning to summer. I'll put my green raincoat away now*. So happy to be outside. Clover's rolling around on the lawn. Listening to Mason Jennings for the past several days and it's aligning perfectly with my mood. Weather report = wonderful all weekend. Nasturtiums and morning glories are blooming, and the cape mallow. Napa cabbage looking very chomped. Making a future plan to go camping for the first time in a long time. Made a coconut cream pie, chicken roll-up things, and spinach yesterday, and messed every single thing up. Had a Dove bar. Got my five summer-reading books** — picked quickly, almost randomly — hoping they're good. Cut hundreds of two-inch squares out of pretty, pretty, pretty fabrics. Yummy. Andy's parents come to visit this week and I can barely wait. Gentle dog waits to be walked. Sweet Maytime.

What's your day looking like?

*Dirty laundry only looks nice on the day you wash all the vintage sheets and pillowcases.
*Will post a list soon — they're all upstairs but I'll round them up.

May 21, 2009

Curry Colors

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In college, my friend Pam and I went through a phase where we were obsessed with the color combination of turquoise and mustard yellow together. Isn't that weird? That we would actually talk about this? It didn't seem weird. I had a silver ring with an oval piece of amber, clear as honey. She has strawberry blond, almost-red hair. We sat alone together in the art department, painting batiks or weaving samplers for hours. We wore beaded anklets and smoked and listened alternately to the Pixies and Joni Mitchell. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, traveling, traveling. Time seemed different, then. There were hours and hours to spend, somehow. As summer approached, the shabby little streets around campus would start to burst with weeds and alley flowers, ancient lilacs and phlox. We walked almost everywhere. There were one or two cars among ten or eleven of us friends, and every once in a while we'd go somewhere, across the river, to Iowa, beyond the bounds of our usual routes between the tiny, hill-ensconced school and our little, falling-down wooden rental houses, with peeling lead paint and sofas on porches and gardens of dandelions. A few blocks away from the house where I lived on 8 1/2-th Avenue were the crumbling, overgrown remains of an old house's foundation. They sat, undisturbed and forgotten, slightly unreal, like a stage set meant to look like a ruin. One night, walking past the spot, I was carrying a ceramic pot that Seth had made for me, and I accidentally whacked it into the side of a telephone pole, and thought I'd busted it. (It was fine, but what was I thinking about?) Andy and John had old motorcycles. Pam, in a floaty Bellini-colored babydoll dress and Birkenstocks, burned her calf on the exhaust pipe one night on a drunken jaunt with John. For weeks the big oval wound oozed and wept, but she'd probably thought it was worth it. You don't do stuff like that twice.

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I made Ina's curry chicken salad in my new blue bowl the other day, and was reminded.

May 20, 2009

Drowsy Day

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Yesterday was one of those days when I just could not get it together. I tried to clean my studio; no go. I tried to finish the bags; no. I tried to make something new; nuh-uh. I call these my "low-mo" days. I wander around trying to figure out what in the world I am trying to accomplish, and when I look back on the day, I see that nothing has been. It was raining and cold all day. I ate toast. The dishwasher didn't even get unloaded. This is when I know I am just tired. I try to respect that. I don't know why it's so hard to just go with it. It doesn't happen very often, but I never, ever enjoy it as much as I think I should. I don't know if the guilt a Tuesday-of-slothing engenders is the result of being a lapsed Catholic, or a lapsed Midwesterner.

Pets sleep constantly. I swear mine sleep almost all day long. If Clover is awake all day (meaning, Andy and I are both home all day hanging out in the yard or having people over, or anything like that that is way too exciting to actually sleep through the way she sleeps through days of me making market bags, for instance), by 9:00 p.m. she is absolutely begging us to come upstairs and get in bed. We'll be sitting at the table, relaxing by candlelight, talking with friends, whatever. She'll go into the house and stare at us from the doorway: "Please."

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When we come in she'll make an immediate bee-line for the bed. We'll take her off and she'll collapse gratefully into her crate and sleep for eight hours without a peep. The next day she'll get out lay on the bed, all tangled in the covers, like the princess who slept on the pea — exhausted. A hardy partying crew we are not.

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This is the couch, yesterday afternoon. I'm on here too, in case you were wondering if one couch fits three. It does. Sorta.

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"I love you, but do I have to sleep with your big nose in my ear?"

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"Or my eye."

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May 19, 2009

Bikeride Picnic

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(I used the "Seventies" Photoshop action from the incomparable and amazing Pioneer Woman on these. [Mac users, hold down the alt/option key when clicking her actions-download link.] Love that mellow glow.)

May 18, 2009

Friday

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On Friday, I made Tyler's Ultimate baked rigtoni with eggplant and Italian sausage. Aimee was coming for dinner and the weather was absolutely exquisite. We could finally sit outside.

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The weather was amazing all weekend, actually. The garden finally perked up after the last three weeks of cold and rain and wind. My potatoes have sprouted! This is very exciting. All four pots have big green leaves emerging. I'll take photos this week. I am trying to ween myself off of my tripod because I am so lazy. It's so much easier to take pictures without it in some ways (though harder in others). On top of that, ever since I got my new iMac last fall I have been Photoshopping my photos on it and they look so different when I upload them to the PC or the blog. I can't seem to get the color profiles to match between the two computers to my satisfaction, at least. Getting better, but still not great. Oh well. Maybe someday I'll get there. I shoot everything in RAW now and I'm still getting used to it. So much to learn.

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I am going through all of my old Everyday Food magazines and clipping stuff that looks good, and have ordered a little 6" x 9" binder to put everything in. I found a recipe there for Banana Chiffon Cake and made that and it was gorgeous, I have to say.

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Things have been a bit hit-or-miss with me and that magazine. I must say, however, that Banana Chiffon Cake was a keeper. Pretty pretty, too.

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We made vanilla Italian sodas* with fresh orange-mint. I love vanilla Italian soda. See that big pot in the bottom right corner? That has a potato in it!

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Aimee is the display designer at Cargo. She always brings me such beautiful little presents. This is a diminutive pincushion from Japan, about the size of a golf ball. Isn't that darling?

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The rigatoni was delish. You should make this. Use fresh mozzarella and really good imported Italian tomatoes, like Tyler says to. Costs a bit more, but so worth it here.

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Aimee soundly whomped both Andy and me, but mostly me (who was a vowel magnet — at one time, out of seven letters, I had four Is, two Os and an E to work with, and when I finally did get a consonant it would be a Q, or a K, or an X. It actually got to be funny. I couldn't have picked more poorly, every single time, if I had tried, and this after Andy throughout dinner kept insisting how good I was at Scrabble, much to my eventual chagrin. Aimee, however, couldn't spell a word that didn't rack up at least twenty points, every single time.

Summer nights. So very sweet.

*To make an Italian soda, you just add a big glub-glub (that's, to use a Tyler-ism, a two-count) of some kind of flavored syrup like Torani (or you can make your own flavored simple syrup, but I don't) to a glass of very icy soda water. Then throw in some fresh mint, or a little cream (though sometimes, and I don't know why it's only sometimes, this separates and looks very disgusting) and stir. Yum yum.

May 14, 2009

We have strict rules around here.

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Firstly, all members of this family who want to get in a hammock must be able to get into a hammock by themselves. Because if a human is already in a hammock reading (Three Men in a Boat — thanks again, Anna :-) a human does not want to risk falling out of a hammock by picking up a puppers and putting a puppers also on a hammock. More importantly, a human does not want to have to move once it gets comfortable, since that human rarely, if ever, actually sits down.

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So all pupperses much learn how to "jump up!" on a hammock, supervised but otherwise all by themselves.

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Secondly, once on a hammock, one must stay lazily on a hammock for at least one hour to achieve maximum benefit.

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Thirdly, one must look redonkulously adorable while on a hammock.

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Just sayin. Without rules, it would be chaos.

I think you get it.

May 13, 2009

Sewing Green

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I finally had a chance the other night to really sit down with my friend Betz's new book, Sewing Green: 25 Projects Made with Repurposed and Organic Materials. It's such a wonderful book, filled with so much great information and fresh, bright, beautiful Betz-ish projects. I loved her idea for making reusable fabric produce bags to replace the plastic ones offered by the grocery store (and even the farmer's market) for lettuces, apples, onions, and such — all the fresh vegetables and herbs you purchase, and even nuts and other dry goods.

For my bags I used osnaburg, a loosely woven cotton fabric, and followed Betz's pattern pretty closely (though she had cool printed leaves on her bags, and I just wound up stitching on some of the scraps from all the Jane Market Bags I'm making up for you — I have eleven done so far and am going for twenty, so stay tuned). These are classic, unlined drawstring bags, with very easy-to-follow directions if you've never made one before. I made twelve yesterday.

Please be impressed that I am optimistic enough to think that either Andy Paulson or I might ever come home with twelve bags of produce in one shopping trip.

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The check-out person will have to open each bag to see what's inside, and the bag will weigh slightly more than one of the lightweight plastic bags, but I think it will be okay. These can be tossed in the laundry when they get icky, but they're small and shouldn't use up too much energy to wash, I wouldn't think.

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I've been working on getting my little kitchen really organized. I went through the cabinets and cleaned them out (which always feels good) and I redid all of my spices — some of them were so old I am sure they'd been there for all nine years we've lived here. It's amazing how much room is wasted with things you don't use unless you really stay on top of it, you know? Slowly but surely I am reorganizing things to be more efficient, simpler, and less overwhelming. This almost always translates to a psychological de-cluttering that I find intensely (not to mention immensely) satisfying.

May 12, 2009

Homemade 'Za, and One Mystery Exchanged for Another

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I'm so excited about this new dough habit I am developing, because it's resulting in very good meals. I realize I am one of the last people on earth to make her own yeast doughs, but it's okay, because I am just thinking of all the things I have to look forward to! This weekend, I made the pizza from The River Cottage Family Cookbook and — it actually came out as pizza! I continue to marvel. This one was for Andy, with Italian sausage and blue cheese. Mine came out later and it was just plain cheese. I baked them on Silpats on half-sheet pans at about 450 degrees F for twenty minutes, I think, and the crust was very nice — perfectly golden, not too fat, not too thin. Again, Cookbook: I. Love. You. I have really learned a lot so far, and I'm only at the egg section (reading it from the beginning).

Trying to understand why it has taken me so long to make yeast dough by hand. My mom and grandma occasionally made bread or pizza, and it was a big deal when they did, and I have to confess that I didn't really like it (and I think it was because it was very under-salted). So I just always sort of secretly thought, "Why are they putting themselves through that?"

Also, when you grow up in Chicago, where the best pizza in the world (yes, even better than in Italy, in my opinion, though I've never been to NYC, and I hear it's good there, too :-) is only a phone call (and in our family's case, just a couple of blocks) away, you are just not that highly motivated to wait two hours for your own pizza crust to rise. Now, far from home, Andy frequently makes pizza, and so does my brother-in-law Mike (also an ex-pat Oak Parker-turned-Oregonian), and both of their pizzas are really great. And I have made lots of cheater Boboli pizzas, and English muffin pizzas, and refrigerator-biscuit pizzas, and Jiffy-box crust pizzas but I have to admit that it has never occurred to me to, as directed by the River Cottage recipe, put salt and pepper and olive oil on the top of the pizza, after you put the cheese on. I'm convinced that, as much as it was the yummy dough, it was the salty-peppery-glossy top that made it so good.

So anyway, that's my 'za, and more navel-gazing Alicia-dough soliliquy. Thanks for listening. Moving on.

Great guesses about the terra cotta thing yesterday! I realized at the end of the post that it was a really terrible picture of the terra cotta thing, but I had already given it to my mom for Mother's Day, so I couldn't show you the front, which had a little hole above the basin. Though there were so many very creative guesses (my favorite being "toad house" — and is there really such a thing as a toad house? Beacause I want one of those) I was told by the salesgirl who sold it to me that it was an "Italian bird waterer." She said to just fill up the jug through the little hole above the basin, then turn it right side up, and the water pressure just fills up the basin a bit, and the birds can get their drink.

Unfortunately, within twenty minutes of my mom filling it up and putting it on a little stool in her garden, it was totally leaking through the (I now realize unglazed) bottom. When I called the store to ask them what I was doing wrong, they didn't know, because no one there had actually ever used one, and suggested that "magic" might keep the water in. Otherwise I could return it.

Ummm, okay. Did she actually just say "magic"?

Around here we call that "for decorative use only."

May 11, 2009

Mikasa "Floribunda"

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Dear friends Kim and Dwight came for dinner on Friday and I got to use my new Goodwill dishes. And my Goodwill tablecloth and Goodwill napkins. (Glasses from Crate and Barrel, Smith and Hawken, and Cost Plus several years ago; placemat from Ikea, not too long ago.)

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Unfortunately all new dish purchases, no matter how pretty or inexpensive, result in this conversation with Goodwill-shopping mate (i.e.: Andy Paulson):

Me [excitedly]: "Look! Awesomeness!"
Him [soberly]: "Where are you going to keep those?"
Me [slightly deflated]: "Um, I don't know. I'll find someplace."
Him [looking over tops of his eyeglasses]: "Not back in the box marked 'To Goodwill' in about two weeks?"
Me [determined]: "No, no, no."
Him [empirically]: "Okay, 'cause I know you pretty well."
Me [empirically]: "I know. Darn it."

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Man. Can't get away with anything around here.

P.S. Ten points if you can guess what that terra cotta thing is.

May 08, 2009

On this episode of *Sandwiches of My Youth*:

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Recreating the turkey with Swiss and Thousand Island dressing on homemade raisin bread from the Belgian Village Inn in Moline, Illinois (should you ever find yourself driving across Illinois to Iowa, you must stop here):

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Mine wasn't nearly as good, but still . . .

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. . . not bad.

May 06, 2009

OMG! IMB!

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Raining, raining, raining. Rainy afternoons this week. I have a new cookbook called The River Cottage Family Cookbook by Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and Fizz Carr. I LOVE this book. I am reading it cover to cover and I'm about halfway through. What I love about it is that it is basically written for young adults, so it is thorough yet totally unintimidating, and I have already learned so much about the basics that I didn't really know. I also really love the photography — it's very homey and natural and just . . . not precious, somehow. It's gorgeous, and exactly what I've been looking for without even knowing that I was looking for it. I am really excited about this book.

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In the past twenty years that I have been cooking, I honestly don't think I have ever made my own bread. Like, bread that has to be kneaded and rise and be kneaded and rise, etc. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I suppose I was just intimidated. And lazy. And I just didn't think I could do it so that it would actually be good. It seemed like a lot of work for something that would be sucky. Because baking bread had always seemed to me like reupholstering stuff, or dyeing your hair, or making Chinese food — not something you can ever do as well at home (at least I can't).

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But when I read the recipe for raisin bread, I knew that I wanted to try. I thought it would be perfect for a rainy afternoon break. I had a new cast-off piece of countertop granite to knead on that my neighbor gave me, and I hadn't yet used it.

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In the pantry I had everything I needed except for the orange marmalade (so I used honey), and I forgot to mix the raisins in with the dry ingredients, and I realized later that I had used active dry yeast instead of instant. But look: DOUGH!

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It was so cool. It worked exactly as they said it would. Kneading, it turns out, is NO BIG DEAL. I kneaded the dough, which started out as a shaggy, lumpy blob and slowly became smoother, more elastic, and, I have to say, beautiful [wipes away tear]:

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I know that breadmaking is sort of a sacred art. I had read about the mysterious alchemy of yeast, flour, and water before. I had heard people talk about dough in terms both passionate and humbled. In that moment when the dough comes together, you feel, for just one second, like you get it.

It's really, really neat. Thank you, book! I put the dough it its bowl to rise for two hours, and I have to tell you that I was pretty excited.

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'Night 'night, darling! Time for your nap.

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By four o'clock, it had indeed doubled! Just like they said! It rose to a "great big puffy, ballooned mass, twice its orignal size"! I punched it down (fun) and kneaded it a bit more, then laid it nicely in its pink pan for twenty more minutes before popping it into the hot oven.

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When I opened the oven door I said, out loud,

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"OH MY GOD! I MADE BREAD!"

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'Cause I did!

May 05, 2009

Sunday Walk in Green

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On Sunday afternoon, we took a walk in the woods. This is Walk 11, Fire Lane 15 Loop from the book Portland Forest Hikes: Twenty Close-In Wilderness Walks by James D. Thayer.

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This is sort of what you think little roads through the woods should look like, somehow. I kept expecting to see a wolf stepping out, staring at us from the end of the path.

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There are woodland wildflowers everywhere you look. This is trillium. Their lovely, open faces point toward you along the path.

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I saw a segment about slugs on Oregon Field Guide the other night. There was a lady who was hired by someplace to figure out how to get rid of slugs. Instead, she fell in love with them. Now she welcomes them into her garden. They call her the Slug Lady.

I say, "Watch out, Clover! It's coming at you!!!"

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Lacy light.

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Woodland sculpture.

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A spur leads to the Kielhorn Meadow. I see another Meadow, too. Do you?

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She waits to be called out of her sit-stay. What a good dog. She is so good.

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C'mon, Clover. Good girl!

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They brought me a robin's egg.

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It really is a spectacular blue when you see it in real life.

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It alternated rain and sun. About every ten minutes, it would switch.

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The dapples. Oh, the dapples.

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The sun went in again. But there were ferns.

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And yellow violets.

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See how the trillium try to be noticed?

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At the top of the ridge, there's a view. Hold on, let me zoom in.

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The mighty Columbia River, and Sauvie Island.

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On the way out, tree roots with their shaggy toes, hanging over the path.

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I looked in, expecting to find a family of mice, just sitting down to tea.

May 04, 2009

Dinner at Sarah's

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Andy, who knew we were going to Sarah's for dinner, started talking about it the minute he got up Saturday morning.

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This menu: Spinach salad with strawberries, feta, and macadamia nuts. Risotto with garlic-and-gouda sausage and peas. Ina's garlic bread. Triple. Chocolate. Fudge cake. You'd talk about it, too, I think.

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Sarah is an amazing cook. You remember.

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She and I love so many of the same things.

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Including robin's-egg blue bowls.

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And everything spring.

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I'm so happy it's spring. Dinner-party season commences this weekend, as far as I'm concerned. Let it begin.

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I was extremely social last week. I went out with Shelly for lunch on Monday. Our friend John came into town and stayed with us on Tuesday and Wednesday. I had dinner with Aimee on Friday. And we went to Sarah and David's on Saturday. That is four times more social things than I have been doing in the past several months (zero). Four times zero should be zero, but instead it felt like a million (wonderful) things. I had a great week. Thank you for all the market bag pattern orders, too! I am totally thrilled that you are going to make the bag. You guys are awesome. Thank you.

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After dinner we went for a walk.

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Sorry this is blurry, but: PETALS.

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There were petals sugaring every block.

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Here's that garage we liked, Sarah: CALICO CURTAINS. On the garage.

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Can you see Oliver on his bike?

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How pretty everything is. Especially when it's shared.

May 01, 2009

The Jane Market Bag pattern is ready!

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Good morning, Shoppers! Thank you for all the kind words about the Jane Market Bag! Your downloadable PDF pattern is now available!

You know the drill, I think: To read this pattern, you will need to have Adobe Reader, which can be downloaded here. This pattern costs $6 to download, and is a photo-illustrated tutorial, so it will walk you through making this bag, step by step. That said, you'll need a little bit of sewing experience and basic familiarity with general sewing techniques, but the bag itself is not complicated to make. And as always, should you have any trouble, just let me know and I'll do what I can to help.

When you've finished your bag (which you'll be able to do in an afternoon), please show us what you've made by uploading a photo of it at the Jane Market Bag Flickr group. Can't wait to see these! I've been meaning to show you some of the amazing projects that are hanging out at the Stitched in Time Flickr group, as well. I must do that. Everything there is so cool. I am finally starting to catch my breath and get caught up, so I promise I'll do that soon. Thank you so much to everyone who has shared their photos. I have had a few sniffles over some of those projects. Warms my heart so very much.

Also, the papier mache Friendly Birds Recipe is now available to download, as well!

I'm going to go try to clean up the studio now! I may even make a few for you non-sewers, as well. :-)

Oh, and I forget to mention to those who asked, the floral fabric is from the Mary Rose collection by Quilt Gate, color MR1202-11, but I can't find it on-line anywhere, and I'm sure it's at least a year or two old (I bought it at Fabric Depot). Sorry!

April 29, 2009

Jane Market Bag

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In between all the gardening, and the hay hauling, and the just generally sitting around waiting for something to grow, I've been sewing a bit. I was watching Marple a couple of weeks ago and I noticed that Jane is almost always carrying some sort of calico bag — which probably contains her knitting, not groceries. But it gave me an idea for a bag I'd been wanting to make for quite a while, a giant grocery tote to replace those hideously fugly ones they sell at all the stores now. You know the ones I mean? Those black ones, made of what feels like the same material they make Handi-Wipes out of (don't even know if they still make those, but my mother used to use them and I still remember that weird, webby fabric)? Anyway, I can't stand those bags, as practical as they are, but I do like that big, boxy shape — like a regular paper grocery bag. So I made this one, out of calico. I've been carrying it around all week, testing it out, and I love it. I'll put together a pattern this week in case you want to make one, too. It's easy, and a great stash-buster!

Speaking of stashes, when we got new carpet, a giant shelf that was in the bedroom came down to live in my studio. I moved all of my fabric to it, but it's a total mess. I'm trying to use up as much of the stash as possible so I don't have to refold and refuss with trying to stack and color-code it all. I'm finally just accepting that the whole stash-fabric-refolding thing will probably need to be redone once a year. It always seems to be exploding off the shelves, possibly because I am such a slob about putting it away nicely in the first place. But only possibly. I think it's really messing itself up and hurling big piles of itself to the floor on purpose, just to make me crazy. Because stashes have nothing better to do. Everyone knows this.

April 28, 2009

Our First Garden

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Andy, on our Montana homestead, 1996.

Did I mention it is a bit arid there in the summer? Yipes.

April 27, 2009

Green and Black

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Hello. Me here in the garden again. I've fallen in love with a little square of dirt. It must have a million worms in it. Everytime I plant something I unearth a big glob of wriggling squigglers. I read that this is a good thing. I wouldn't have believed I could feel such fondness for worms until this week. Now I get it. Tunnel on, ladies.

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This is actually my second vegetable garden. Our first was in the yard of our apartment building in Missoula, back in 1996 or so. It was a little smaller than this one, about six feet square. Andy and I dug it out of a back corner of the lawn. Our landlord told us to go for it. He was probably laughing to himself when he said it. The yard was huge, and edged with ancient lilac trees. No one ever used it. We were younger and skinnier and less-tired back then. I had one book on gardening (that I bought at Freddy's Fead and Read, if anyone remembers that place) and it said to double dig. I don't remember what that means, exactly, but we did that. The square was filled with rocks. I think it was more rocks than dirt. We put in a rock border. We planted strawberries and peas. We sat out there daily and watched it all grow. I loathed my job (I was a publications and marketing assistant for a managed-care company) with the white-hot passion of a thousand suns, then. Every morning before work I'd go out there to the little garden and cry.

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This year the timing was perfect. I am free for the first time in months to take a few days off and really dig in. The majority of work that we had to do to this property just to get to a "clean slate" both front and back is done. Spinach and tulips, a veggie garden — they feel like a flourish, icing on a compost cupcake it's taken years to bake.

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This past week I got a bale of hay from the feed store. Actually, Andy got it, and I just went with him. Bewildered by the sheer size and weight of a real, live [enormous] bale of hay, he was unsure how to pick it up to put it in the truck, and wound up tipping it vertical then bear-hugging it, lifting it four inches off the ground, hobbling with it quickly across the parking lot, then hurling it desperately into the bed of the truck. I would have taken a picture of this but I was doubled over, laughing and pointing. When we went in to pay for the hay, Andy said to the strapping farm youth manning the register, "That was a lot heavier than I thought! Don't cowboys usually just lift that thing with one hand and throw it over their shoulder?" And the strapping farm youth was like, "Well, I usually use two hands." And I was over in the corner by the baby chicks, sputtering.

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When we got home I spread the hay out over a small area around the spinach, then decided I missed the look of the dirt, and a couple of people had suggested that hay would fill the garden with weeds (thank you!). So I wound up donating the bale to my niece and nephew's bunnies. When my brother-in-law saw how much hay we had, and how much hay I'd used (about two square feet), then it was my turn to be laughed and pointed at.

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I looked at my giant, frowsy hay bale, shedding alfalfa all over the driveway, and sadly waved goodbye to it. But it was fun while it lasted, and I kept a little patch of it, just for that yummy hayish smell. I'll pull the weeds, I don't care.

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We dilettantes take it where we can get it.

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The weather reverted to cold, and everything I planted last week seems rather stunted and unsure. Andy finished his wood shed and he got the wood moved off of its splintery, tumbling pile and into its nice little house. Willow fencing went up on all of the chain-link boundaries. Unfortunately, it does nothing to shield us from the volume of our new neighbors' band practice, noise I might have thought was cool fifteen years ago but which now just makes my head hurt.

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I wish it was a bluegrass band.

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You know what I mean?

April 23, 2009

The Dogwood Tree

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Look at that last one again:

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Open, opening, and about to open.

April 22, 2009

Dappled Day

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Oh, it was good. A very good Tuesday. I got my yard all set up for summertime. I believe you are familiar with the evening view from that chair on the right.

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The past four days in Portland have been beyond gorgeous. In the 70s and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. All over the city, people came outside to see the sunshine. Our neighborhood was a beehive of yard-fussing activity — from behind every fence I could hear washing, building, digging, watering. I wandered in and out of several nurseries and garden centers throughout the weekend and it was so much fun to be out there with everyone, feeling so happy to be planting at last. Everyone was happy. I felt a mandate from Mother Nature to dig a bit, plant a bit, and then just sit and appreciate it all until late into the evening on each day. My mind unwound itself like a fiddlehead fern, and stretched.

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This yard is small — maybe 25 feet deep and about 40 feet across at the most, not counting the garage and driveway — and quite tightly packed into the tree-lined yet truly urban neighborhood. The houses are very tight. Four other houses border our property, and on the east our neighbor's house is literally 12 feet from ours. If that. When I first moved here, I was not used to all of these tall, very opaque fences, but now I get it, I guess. Everyone wants a bit of peace and quiet and privacy, and this is the type of place where people are frequently in their yards, so you see (and hear) everything. Everybody gets along just fine, but you need that private space. It's a busy city.

Last year our neighbors behind us built a new fence. Thank you, neighbors! We had some scrappy shrubs along the old falling-down fence that got taken out. Right now everything is brown, in every direction. This year we've planted nine hydrangea bushes — very small! — along the new back fence. They're cream- and lilac-colored mopheads, and should grow to about 4'  to 6'. I put my new willow teepee thing around one, just for fun and to give things some height back there. I also put three climbing hydrangeas against the big brown garage wall. They take a while to get going, but then they go whoosh. And they are one of the few things that will climb without support and in shade.

The yard is more hardscape than herbscape right now, but I have to remember that it's all just beginning to grow. I found that round table in someone's driveway while I was riding my bike (car's still in the shop). It had a broken leg, and a "FREE" sign on it. I rushed home and called Andy and gave him the address and asked him to stop by with the truck on his way home from work much later that night — for eight hours I sat crossing my fingers and hoping no one else would find it first! No one did. Score. I put an old half of a cinder block under it and it was the perfect height, so I didn't even have to fix it. Andy was very skeptical so I have naturally reminded him about how awesome my alley table is every day since we got it.

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On Saturday, one of the things I did was run around all over the yards (front and back) and collect up all of the pots I have been collecting over the years, and I emptied and cleaned them out They now hold my herb garden and potatoes (I planted four in four different pots — the white ones that look empty) and one cape mallow called 'Very Cranberry'.

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Orange mint, sage, parsley, cilantro. In the others I think there is more sage, more parsley, dill, oregano, rosemary, another rosemary, thyme. And a couple of extra fuschias. I'm going to see if the shade plants or the sun plants do better in each location.

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Fuschia windowsill right outside my studio.

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I've planted everything in the kitchen garden now! We mixed lots of compost into the square, and fertilized with Dr. Earth's Organic 5. Then I planted cut-and-come-again lettuce, spinach, broccoli, garlic, leeks, Napa cabbage, runner beans, peas (I stuck a section of our old wire fencing up along the wall for them to climb), and nasturtiums. Almost the minute I was done planting yesterday, I heard the UPS truck coming down the road (I'm like Pavlov's dog with that thing — I hear the engine from blocks away and I drop whatever I'm doing and rush to the front yard, panting). Sure enough, it was for me — my willow edging. Yay!

The willow is my big splurge this year — besides the plants, it's the only new thing. Well, I did get a new hose and sprayer nozzle thing. I have 30 feet of willow fencing that is going to be wired to the (chain-link) fence and the driveway gate, as well. I put the little loops on top of the edging with some old willow sticks I had from Garden Fever when it used to be Poppybox. Not sure if they still have loose willow there anymore, but they do have a LOT of willow stuff there (it's hard to find here in Portland). More nasturtiums will go on the outside of the edging, between the edging and the rocks/sidewalk. I was going to go with strawberries but it's just too tight with the sidewalk and the hose and the dog, so I think just flowers are best on that side of the edging, and the strawberries will go into pots. I think I might get a bale of hay and mulch everything too. I love the smell of hay. Reminds me of my horseback-riding days.

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I really think Mr. MacGregor would be proud!!!

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I have a thing for willow.

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And this pot, apparently. I painted several of my terra cotta pots with yogurt a couple of years ago. For a long time, they didn't look any different than they had when they were new. Then all of a sudden this year: Patina! It worked.

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The light is just crazy dramatic back here. I think this was around 3:30 or 4 p.m. I'll take more photos of the details when it's less shadowy. I love it like this, though. It adds another layer of interest to everything. Just look at this tree shadow:

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Isn't that cool?

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The cats love the new table. There's a little bottom level they take turns curling up on. (And by "take turns" I mean "punch each other in the face until one or the other leaves.")

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I love it here.

April 21, 2009

View from a Chair

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I don't seem to be able to move. If you need me, I'll be at the chair.

April 20, 2009

Veggie Garden Begins

Where I started . . .

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It's such an obvious kitchen-garden spot in our yard. Right outside the back door, this little 8' x 8' square snugs up to the side of the house. I'd gotten the flagstones and put the rock border in many years ago, when we first moved here and started planting this space with herbs and a climbing rose. It was also home to our bird bath. Now it is my little vege plot. There is so much shade in the yard — almost everywhere except the little patch of lawn we saved when we graveled it all over is beautiful dappled shade. Not great for a veggie garden but we'll see how it goes, grows.

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By the end of the day I had some spinach starts, garlic, leeks, and the broccoli in. This was on Saturday. I'll take some more photos today and show you what I did on Sunday. Andy built a huge shed out of the pieces of our old deck to store the firewood on the side of the driveway. I dug and planted and cleaned and fussed with dirt from sun-up to sun-down, and then I snuck back out and went and sat in my Adirondack chair in the dark, until Andy made me come inside. I am so excited. My willow fencing should be here any day now.

April 17, 2009

Almost there.

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Yesterday was one of the big photo shoots I had planned for the book. This was the last big one, the one with my model, Beauty Nicole. That's what I call her. She's also the most patient and the nicest girl in the world. Even though a porch swing she was sitting on fell out of the porch ceiling and she got hit in the head with a two-by-four (from the ceiling) six days ago (I didn't really know this until we were fussing with her hair and had to be careful about where she'd just gotten two stitches removed), she modeled five projects perfectly. I really, really hope she has the weekend off, poor darling. I wish I had baked her some cupcakes to take home, at least.

I get a little anxious about these photo shoots. The "vision" we're trying to translate is such a wily, capricious thing. When I am designing something, I almost always have a vision for it, a specific environment. It's a setting. I can hardly think of anything that doesn't inhabit a very specific setting in my imagination as it's coming to life. Since I was very young I have always designed things this way, whether I'm making embroidery projects or short stories: There's always a place. It often comes first. My friend Andy Greer once said to me after a fiction workshop when we were in grad school together, "Well, I'm not sure what's going on in your story, but I know what all the characters are wearing and what the wallpaper in everbody's room looks like." And I was like, "Oh good! So you got it, then!"

I'm getting more relaxed about photo shoots in general, I think, which is good, in general, for the almighty blood presure, but good aesthetically, too. I've been involved in enough of them now to know that holding on too tight just squashes the sponteneity and naturalness right out of anything. I "know" this, of course, but it still takes a conscious effort for me to remember that letting go is Good, not Bad. But you gotta let go at just the right amount, and that's the tricky part. It sort of feels like doing a triple axel (as if I could even stand up on ice skates, but we'll just say) — you let go enough so that you can lift off and spin, but not so much that you can't land it. And maybe even attempt a teensy wrist flourish: Ta da! [There. Skate on.]

Part of what contributes to the intensity is just the weirdness of working alone for so long, only getting to talk to editors and art directors on the phone, usually in abstractions and generalities, and then trying, when there's only that one day to get it right (since, trust me, rescheduling a photo shoot is not something anyone anywhere ever wants to have to do), to get something that pleases all of us equally, not to mention pleases our future audience. It's ultimately a collective vision and I feel a great responsibility for that, since a lot of people and a lot of time and a lot of effort (and money) is involved. Part of it is just simple performance anxiety, which has always plagued me. And part of it — maybe even the biggest part of it — is just something that comes with experience, I guess. Is that right? Because all of it, not just the phototography but everything about making a book, has been so much easier and so much better the second time around. I think I'm surprised I had the capacity to enjoy myself this much.

Anyway. These are just the things I think about, now that I am almost there, and almost done. Just two more project photos to go now. But I'll be far away from needle and thread, camera and computer this weekend: I'm digging in the dirt. If the weather holds out.

April 16, 2009

Good morning, Morning.

In the yard, this morning.

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Our Ostentatious Dutch Mistress

April 14, 2009

My Pysanky Eggs

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Whew, I really needed that break. I am soooooo ready to be less busy now. My manuscript was on its way to New York by noon Monday, and the minute after I dropped it off at FedEx we went immediately to the plant nursery to get some vegetable starts. The timing couldn't be better. As I am ready to go outside, outside is almost ready (it hailed like crazy yesterday, so I say "almost") for me! Yay!

On Saturday, I made my first pysanky eggs for Easter. A pysanka is a traditional Ukrainian Easter egg, made by layering wax and dyes to create incredible designs. I made five altogether (three of one design and two of another), and it took the entire day! But it was wonderful. I had wanted to do some last Easter but I ran out of time, and only had a few cobbled-together supplies. This past fall at the Oktoberfest in Mt. Angel I got this egg decorating kit, which made it very easy to understand how to make these and gave me step-by-step instructions to create the two designs.

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As soon as I started working on them, I knew I had done these once before as a child; I have a vague memory of a lady coming to our school and showing us how to use the tools and the candle, and I remember sitting at our dining-room table and working on them, and really enjoying it. Basically, you create these eggs like this: First you draw the design in pencil. Then you add wax to everything you want to stay white (or brown, if you're using brown eggs like the one on the left). Then you dye the egg yellow. Then you add the wax to everything you want to stay yellow. Then you dab on some green, and add wax over that. Then you dye the egg orange. Then you add wax to everything you want to stay orange, and then you dye it scarlet. Then you add wax to everything you want to stay scarlet, and then for the last color you dye it dark blue or black. When you're finished, you hold the egg over a candle until the wax melts, and then you wipe the wax off with paper towels.

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To apply the wax, you use a small tool called a kistka, which is like a tiny funnel attached to a wooden handle. It has a small spout on it; when the wax is melted (by holding it over a candle) it runs out of the spout, and you draw directly on the egg. This article tells you more about the history, tools, and process, if you're interested. It is soooo much fun to do! Even Andy made two of them. I think I've described this correctly, but I am still kind of wiped out, so forgive me if it's not quite right. Also sorry for these crazy pictures. I took them early Easter morning while they were still sitting on my shelf, before I gave them away.

So, slowly but surely I am getting caught up and I will be back with more garden photos — oh, and thank you so much for the information about sticks and making edging and where to find cool pavers! I wound up ordering some willow fencing yesterday to cover the chain-link fence bordering our driveway, so I am excited about that, and about making some edging.  I will be back more regularly as soon as I get myself organized — I have so many things to show you.

April 08, 2009

Blog Break

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Thank you for all of your nice words this week — I really appreciate your enthusiasm for our walks. I am enjoying them so much. My car has been in the shop all week, so I have been riding my bike around the neighborhood for everything — groceries, errands, lunch, whatever. Sussing out all the non-hilly, least busy byways. It's reminding me in a big way that I should be riding every single day and doing everything I possibly can on my bike and in my own neighborhood. Life has a totally different feel when I do this, and I forget how much I love it, love feeling connected that way, love getting closer to all the blooming trees and flowering parkways and rock-garden retaining walls, and all so close to home.

I have been noticing a LOT of new raised-bed structures going up in front yards around the neighborhood. People everywhere are planting veggie gardens for the first time, and I am so excited do it too (though I don't think mine is going to be in the front yard this year). I read an article in the paper about how you need a permit to build raised beds on the parkway, if they are over a certain height or not far enough away from the sidewalk — I can't remember the details, but I know some people have had to take theirs down if they are in the parkway. I have been seriously thinking about doing one of these myself someday, so I am interested in finding out about the rules, but I just haven't had time to check into it. I think the city ignores them as long as no one complains, but some people have complained, so maybe it's a case-by-case kind of thing.

I'm going to sign off here for a few days because 1) my book is due early next week and I still have a ton of little parts and pieces to get together, and one project that I messed up and need to redo and 2) I am completely exhausted. I'm sorry I have not had any time to answer much personal email lately, or get the giveaway books together, or do anything other than work, but I'm in the homestretch now. Yeehaw! I look forward to catching up on so many things when I'm done. Many people have been writing to me to ask for personal recommendations on where to go in Portland when they visit this summer, and I'm sorry I can't really help with that on an individual basis, but I'll try to put together an Alicia-and Andy's-favorite-places post soon, and ask for some suggestions from the locals.

To that end, does anyone know where to get: 1) A bundle of sticks (not bamboo) that I can make homemade peony cages out of. 2) What look like square, dark brown, smooth, rounded-off bricks. These are different than the usual patio pavers available at the regular home improvement store. I saw them in someone's yard and they were really pretty, but I've never seen them at any garden centers or anywhere for sale. I think they'd be good for edging beds. 3) Any tutorials or directions on how to make a little rock or brick edging for a bed that won't just sink into the ground after a year or two? Which is what seems to happen with the little rock borders I've made in the past.

Just thought I'd ask, in case anyone knows. Thanks!!!

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