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    — Oliver Wendell Holmes

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December 14, 2007

Snow Story

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The pictures of snow in the Midwest and on the East Coast on the news this morning are amazing. They're saying a blizzard is coming to New England on Saturday night.

If I have a quiet moment this weekend, I'm going to reread James Joyce's "The Dead," the most evanescent of stories in his collection of portraits of turn-of-the-century Irish life, Dubliners. I don't really want to say anything about it, in case you haven't read it yet. I couldn't possibly do it justice, anyway.

I would recommend reading it under blankets, by candlelight, though. And if it's snowing where you are, even better. You'll see what I mean.

*Thank you, Christine, for the link to the story on-line.

November 29, 2007

Chocomint Plans

Stickyboook_4 Soon, oh soon, this weekend maybe, I will have a chance to bake something. A few weeks ago I got this super cute book, Sticky, Chewy, Messy, Gooey: Desserts for the Serious Sweet Tooth by Jill O'Connor and photographed by Leigh Beisch, but I haven't had a minute to make anything out of it. At Thanksgiving, I came prancing out of the kitchen to show the book to my little sister the pastry chef and she shouted, "I already got that for you for Christmas!" This happens to us all the time. Just need to shop faster!

Anyway, this book is really sweet and adorably designed. The photography is so very pretty. I just like looking at it.

I bought some peppermint oil the other day because I have an idea about making peppermint brownies for my friends and neighbors for Christmas this year. I think that will be my present. I don't love chocolate. It's true. There really are people who don't love chocolate! Too much chocolate. But I do like chocolate cookies with white chocolate chips or chocolate brownies with white frosting or white chocolate chips. Like you care, I know. I always think those pictures of chocolate brownies with white chocolate chips and white frosting with pink swirled in and some chopped up candy canes on top are so pretty. Taste schmaste. As long as it looks pretty, I say. Right?

How are you guys, anyway? I feel so out of it. I have not keep in touch with my friends lately or read any blogs or just hung out. Hallmark will finish the shoot today, and then I will sprint upstairs, put on pajamas, race back down and hurl myself toward the sofa to get caught up on TV watching, and then get the rest of the kits and other orders out this weekend, then decorate for Christmas next week. I am free for two weeks until the book proofs come! What will I do with myself if I'm not sobbing or screeching about how busy I am??? I really feel like shopping. I love shopping. Especially if I don't need anything. I try to make my prezzies (oh yeah, oopsie I forgot I gotta make the prezzies) then just shop for fun, a few little things. My other big project I want to do is make a garland for the picket fence. Now that I have a picket fence I feel absolutely obligated to trim it out. I mean, you have to do that, right? When I look at live evergreen garlands in catalogs I am astounded at how expensive they are! So I might try to make my own. And then I'm sure I will find out why they are so expensive.

Oooo, just found this while Googling. . . . Perhaps a tree lot might provide much the same, however. Must consider.

October 30, 2007

Paulson's Back on the Field

Egads! The knee has improved! Not even going for an x-ray like we thought he'd have to yesterday. Pheeeeew. Now we can all laugh without worry!

The drama of the doormat pile-up. And all in his jersey, too! More poignant, somehow. Oh, the humanity!

And . . . scene.

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I wish I had mentioned this earlier, since the book actually came out in August, but the illustrious Therese Laskey has compiled an incredibly cool collection of critters in Softies: Simple Instructions for 25 Plush Pals. Published by Chronicle, this book is totally charming and beautifully styled and produced, as all Chronicle's gorgeous books are. It features a range of my favorite indie designers' patterns for two dozen simple, sweet softies, perfect to make up as holiday presents.

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The pattern for my Paper Doll Dresses is also included, and I love the way they photographed them. Cuties. Therese has started a Flickr group for things made from the patterns in the book, and I am totally loving the dresses that others have made (and the other stuff, of course, but it's very exciting when you see people intrepreting your own designs). Therese is also hosting the Holiday Softies Awards right now and there are some amazing, amazing critters over there so far. I am judging the "Doll Dress Up" category and I'm excited about that — they are all so cute I don't know how I'll decide. I never know how to decide these things. Unfortunately, I should've mentioned this a lot earlier, because the deadline for entries is tomorrow, October 31, at midnight. So if you want to enter, please see Therese's Softies Central blog for all the info, including info about tagging your photos so that they show up in the right category. (The FAQ is here if you have questions; otherwise be sure to email Therese.)

October 25, 2007

The Knitting Man(ual)

Knittingmanual1 We have a little morning fire in the fireplace this morning so I'm thinking about knitting. My friend Kristin came over on Tuesday for a hang out. I haven't had much time to see my friends lately so it was nice to bake and sit and talk. The sun was shining, low and golden. I hope it comes back. I hope and pray the humidity kicks up and the winds die down in southern California.

Kristin's a phenomenal knitter and all-around incredible person. I met her, probably six years ago now, when she worked at the Yarn Garden, which I think was the first yarn store to open anywhere near my neighborhood. When I first moved to Portland in 1997, I had just learned to knit. I didn't know my way around town, and when I wanted to find a yarn store I looked in the yellow pages. I think I went to three different locations that were no longer even open. When the Yarn Garden opened a couple of years after this, it really took off, coinciding perfectly with the renewed collective interest in knitting. I went down to find yarn to make a shrug to go with a salmon-pink dupioni silk dress I'd made to go to a friend's wedding. I was a very nervous yarn-shopper — I knew nothing about yarn, or gauge, or fiber content — but Kristin was there and she was so nice to me, walking me through possibilities gently and patiently. And now, years later, I know that that is just how Kristin is in everything: gentle, patient, generous, wise.

I think all of these qualities are exponentially displayed in her work, for in addition to being a lovely person, she is an illustrious and incredibly talented knitter — a technician of great skill and integrity and a truly creative designer, she has already written four knitting and crochet books: Knits from the Heart; Crochet from the Heart; Blankets, Hats, and Booties to Knit and Crochet; and her latest, The Knitting Man(ual) just came out from Ten Speed Press last month.

The Knitting Man(ual) is a collection of patterns for guys that anyone, men or women, will enjoy knitting. Taking traditional designs, including many Scandinavian inspired patterns that reflect her own Norwegian roots (my favorite is "Dad's Sweater," which she designed based solely on a little black and white photo she had of her dad wearing a sweater hand-knit for him by one of his sisters in the 1960s — so cool — it is such a cute picture), Kristin has updated classics to include contemporary colors and modern construction. Everything is classic in the best way — but classic with an edge of cool.

In the introduction, Kristin traces the history of men knitting, and interviews many males knitters to discover just what it is about the craft that appeals to them. I love reading stuff like this. What I also love about the book is that she used many real-life models — everyone photographed wearing the projects from the book are members of her own circle of friends and family and there is such a wonderful, accessible, friendly feel to the photography. Even local knitting rock star Jesse Stenberg's tattooed chest ("Born to Knit" in a modified skull and crossbones) is included. I remember once watching Jesse knit a present for his baby nephew while explaining that he intended to be the world's greatest uncle, blowing every other potential baby gift that anyone else might deliver out of the water. I just busted out laughing when he said that. I thought that was hilarious.

Christmas presents, peeps! It's time to start!

October 17, 2007

Pastitsio Weather

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Oh, how I wanted it to rain yesterday. How I wanted it to pour cold rain from the gray sky so that I would have every excuse to order this (no, I didn't order it but I really wanted it!) and make pastitsio. And yes, can you believe that the previous owner of our house painted the porch pink? Hot pink, actually. Now I like pink as much as the next homeowner, but not on the porch. There's Kelly green under there, too. Yipes.

I was thinking about how much my cooking habits have changed since I started the blog. I come from a family of great cooks, and I've always liked cooking. I started cooking in Missoula, when I lived in my first big-girl apartment and Andy was just my boyfriend. I was a poor teaching assistant and he rotated tires at Sears and washed dishes at a bakery downtown. We didn't have a lot of time together, and we had even less money.

Nevertheless, oh! how we cooked, especially in the fall and winter. Around four p.m. in the fall, the mountains out our windows would start turning dark blue. It was always cold. I'd head down the alley to the Orange Street Food Farm. I loved cooking for my boyfriend. He was my first boyfriend. I pulled out every stop. I wasn't very good at it, and I didn't have a lot of equipment, but I was interested. Curried chicken soup, homemade stocks, complicated lasagnas, pies and cakes. Candles on the table, Irish music on the stereo, washing all the dishes by hand, a kitchen as small as a closet but painted the whitest white I could find. It looked like a tiny wedding cake, with its shelves and four stacked cabinets. One night we got in a fight when he was heating up a jar of hot fudge in a pan of boiling water and water was splattering everywhere. I don't even remember what the fight was about, but I left the apartment in anger and went for a walk. We lived just a few blocks from the river. A park bordered the river for several miles; you walked along the Clark-Fork to get downtown, or to school. On the way to the park it started to snow. In the dark I could see the flakes falling — the first of the season — illuminated by street lights. No one else was out for as far as I could see. It was so beautiful and I was so lonely that I started to cry. I felt so ashamed that I was too righteous to go back to get him, to show him the season's first snow on the black ribbon of river. He would have loved it so much, and I would've loved that. It was twelve years ago now, but I've never forgotten that night. Young and stupid. You learn.

But we cooked a whole lot back then, when we lived at the Rozale Apartments, and slept in an ancient Murphy bed. My mother (a natural in the kitchen) was not a cookbook cook, but I was and am. I have always had a lot of cookbooks and since my earliest days away from home clipped recipes from magazines to try. But it wasn't until I started the blog, actually it was quite a while after I'd started the blog, that I really started to think about cooking in a serious way. Like, I started trying to actually be a better cook, someone who learned about cooking, someone who could stretch and get better at it. Ina Garten's books and television show have been hugely influential in my life over the past couple of years. I just adore her, and truly appreciate what she does. I have all of her books now and I use them constantly. Somehow, from them and from her show, I started appreciating how much fun it can be to take my time in the kitchen. Blogging about cooking just heightens this. There is no reason to set up a still life of ingredients and an apron before you cook dinner and take a picture of it, but it's fun! If you've never done it, you should just try it! I think it's totally fun. It changes my perspective on what I'm doing. Most of the week, it's bottled spaghetti sauce or turkey sandwiches on my lap while watching Larry King Live. But about once a week I pull out the big guns — something fancy, something that requires teaspoons and measuring cups and clarified butter, or shallots, or a bay leaf — and I tell you, I am never happier. I truly love to cook now.

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A couple of months ago, someone wrote and told me that they thought I would like this book, Falling Cloudberries: A World of Family Recipes by Tessa Kiros. (I wish I could find that email so I could credit you, kind person! I'm sorry!) I did rush right over to look at the book and order it, along with another one of Tessa's books, Apples for Jam: A Colorful Cookbook.

I am so pleased with these books. Though they are expensive, they are worth every penny, in my opinion. They absolutely saved me this summer. So many times, at the end of a hard day, I'd heft one of them up (people, they are 400+ pages each) and just turn, turn, turn pages, slowly. I'd read all the section introductions, then the pull quotes, then the recipe introductions, then stare at the photos, trying to just absorb it all. They are each densely packed, blousy, gorgeously personal volumes. Full of recipes I've never heard of, from places I've never been, each has been an education and a total inspiration for me. I honestly think they're the prettiest cookbooks I've ever seen.

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So yesterday I dreamed of pouring rain so that I would steam up the windows cooking the pastitsio from Falling Cloudberries. Tessa Kiros was born in London to a Finnish mother and a Greek-Cypriot father, raised in South Africa, and now, after having traveled the world, lives in Italy with her husband and two daughters. The recipes in FC span continents, representing the "food from many kitchens" in Finland, Greece, Cyprus, South Africa, Italy, and others around the world. Throughout it all, she sprinkles the pages with photos and memories of her childhood and her family. I love it when she talks about her paternal grandfather:

Pappou was quiet; he had integrity and no flashiness about him. He always wore a perfectly ironed shirt, gilet in winter, polished shoes and had his hair slicked back with the special cream he ordered from Italy. He never demanded acknowledgement, but dashed around quietly with the energy of milk just at that rolling boil. . . . Always, always upon arrival in Cyprus I would find a box of my favourite baklava, ribboned and waiting for me. Pure chance, his expression seem to say when I looked at him questioningly. Pappou never said much, but I could tell he loved us all sitting under the lemon tree, late into the summer night, while the crickets carried on and on with their chanting.

Stuff like that. I love that.

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I considered that, if the recipes bombed, I wouldn't even care. Not at all. Oh well, I'd say, I can go downtown and get pastitsio at Alexis. I'll wear pale blue and sip Greek coffee.

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No need. Never, ever less of a need.

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Damn, that recipe worked like a charm. This photo is it without its duvet of intensely rich bechamel. Even though there's not much that can't be considered delicious when snuggled soundly under a thick layer of bechamel, this was gooooood. After it came out of the oven, I was too busy tucking into it to take its picture.

I need to start an exercise blog. Maybe I'd come to love exercise as much as bubbling casseroles.

No way. Some things you just know, you know?

October 12, 2007

Domestic Artistry

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I've been waiting impatiently for this beautiful book to arrive via Royal Mail and USPS. Written by my friend Jane Brocket, The Gentle Art of Domesticity (yes, amazon.co.uk ships internationally) is everything I've been hoping for and so much more. As a devoted follower of Yarnstorm, Jane's inspiring, thoughtful, and sophisticated blog about her home, her family, her inspirations, and her creative work, I stand in awe of her accomplishment here.

This gorgeous tribute to the quiet pleasures of home-life celebrates Jane's explorations in baking, knitting, embroidering, reading, movie-watching, quilting, traveling, parenting, and art-appreciating with all of her tongue-in-cheekiness, wit, understated style, humor, and unparalleled eye for a view. Jane's unique vision and her natural ability to see the relationship between the home and the wider-world outside — whether she's looking at a conker in the back garden or the vibrant streets of New York — is nothing but endlessly inspiring to me, and I'm grateful that she shares it all. I've never seen a book quite like this. Hanging around with Jane through her blog and now her book makes me see things, makes me think things, and makes me want to try things. But mostly it heightens my appreciation of my own hands, and the ways that anyone's hands can be used to slow down our very fast, extremely complicated lives and gain happiness and satisfaction from taking care of ourselves and those we love.

This is, for me, the pleasure of my favorite lifestyle books, TV shows, movies, magazines, and blogs — they do not "overwhelm" me by presenting "impossible" standards that I can "never aspire to achieve," as their detractors have suggested. They inspire me to take better care of the little things, simple joys, and average moments that fill my life. Hard times and heartaches have shown me the little things are not small things; we each have our own to appreciate. Who am I to say what will or will not change the world, but I absolutely believe that peace begins at home.

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For you, dear Jane, yesterday, after absorbing the lovely tapestry of your book, I made rice pudding. Not a colorful or particularly original comfort, but what I would bring you, sprinkled with a little irony, which you would, of course, like better, because it would mean that I get it — along with the overwhelming majority of readers who've lobbed comments back at several members of the British press, who have greeted the publication of this book with criticisms that seem disturbingly unsophisticated at best, downright vitriolic at worst.

Yes. It is amazing what some rock buns and a bit of sock knitting can stir up.

October 04, 2007

Happily Spellbound

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Yesterday we went to Powell's (and I was so very happy to run into you, darling Cait, famous local knitmistress-turned-espresso-magician, and baby Midge, who smiled at me and made my day). I wanted to look at some books on knitting cables that everyone recommended — thank you for those. I wound up being more pleased with the Piccolo-Playing sweater than anything else I saw, so I'm still there, with that, in the end.

The fall issue of Interweave Knits charmed me with both an article on cables and this lovely creature, Caitlin (totally different Caitlin) FitzGerald, on the cover (though this photo is old/not in this issue; I just liked it). I thought about how I think of my own attempts at knitting in an entirely romantic and unfunctional (?) way. I've told you about how I learned to knit the first time (not easily) and the second time (wonderfully). As I was learning for the second time, I remember standing in the yarn store looking at the cover of Interweave Knits that was out at that time featuring Caitlin and thinking, "Oh, how pretty! Knitting is so pretty!" I don't always buy IK, but when I see pretty Caitlin wearing something I never think, "Ooo, I want to wear that." I think, "OOOOoooo, I want to be a knitter and I want to knit that." Not to wear, just to knit. Not for me, just because. Everything this girl wears makes me want to knit. She's sold me more knitting magazines than I know what to do with. She's enchanting.

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Andy's mom arrived late Tuesday night, and we promptly greeted her with runny noses, hacking coughs, and wheezing. Hi [coughing fit]! We pushed Puppers toward her to make up for it, Puppers being a million times more lovable than we right now. She brought knitting, too, and Andy has the week off, so I foresee nothing but knitting and cooking in our immediate future — now we're getting somewhere. I'm so excited for this visit. Tonight it's First Fall Feast: French Redux, almost exactly a year after the first one (amazing that it's been a year. Feels like a half-an-hour or so).

All of us were captivated by Pushing Daisies last night. I had just finished failing in an attempt at explaining to my mother-in-law why I love the Splenda and Walgreens commercials (and let me just say, if someone has not seen a commercial and you find yourself stumbling excitedly through trying to tell them about a commercial, you have been watching too much TV, and we won't even talk about Splenda being bad for you) when lo and behold, one minute later Pushing Daisies came on and I just started bouncing up and down the sofa and pointing at the TV going, "It's like that! Saturated! With sparkles! Do you know what I mean?" Pushing Daisies is a bit darker but very effervescent and moving in all my favorite ways. A little bird who had seen the pilot (Pie-lette) wrote last week and told me to be sure to watch this or I wouldn't have known to. You were right, Julie, we loved it (and yes, I'm finally on board with Gossip Girl — yep, you got me, Gossip Girl). Between knitting and new TV, this new couch is gonna get such a workout I can't even tell you. Thank goodness I got the Big-Butt-Cushion upgrade, too.

July 16, 2007

Wide-Angle, Zoomed-In, f/4, and Salt-and-Pepper Squid

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Look, I made a Coke can! Doesn't it just look so real? I know!

Okay, I didn't make the Coke can, of course, I just took the picture of it, quickly, a few weeks ago at Thien Hong, our squid-y home-away-from-home.

Then I took this one:

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Hmmm. Can you see the difference? It may look, from the angle of the first one, that I sat above it and shot down. It may look, in this  second one, that I crouched low in my booth and tried to shoot it straight on. But I didn't.

I shot the first one with the wide-angle lens on small silver; that is, I just turned on the camera, pointed it at the can, and snapped the image. I didn't zoom the lens in one bit.

I shot the second one using the zoom lens and sitting as far back in my seat as I could, framing the can within the viewfinder. The lens did all the work here, bringing my subject out of distortion and making it much more pleasing to look at, don't you think?

I took both of these photos while sitting at lunch with Andy one day. I was trying to explain something I'd learned in my newest photography book, something I must have missed in all the reading I'd done, and something I'd never noticed quite so dramatically before when shooting still-lifes: To depict your subject with the least amount of distortion, shoot your still-lifes with the lens zoomed-out as far as you can manage, and pull the camera itself back. Don't get super-close to something with your lens set at the widest angle, or you will get a sort of cartoon-y Coke can, as above.

I bought a book a few weeks ago that has been really helpful in thinking about the kinds of photos I like to take. I don't know why I didn't go to the camera store (Citizen's Photo, though I can't get their web site to work for me today) for photography books first; I only went after I went to every regular book store and said, "Hi, I'm looking for a book that will help me take product shots!" and every book-store person said, pointing across the store, "Photography section is over there." And so I'd go to the photography section and I don't know if you've been in the photography section of the regular bookstore lately but, um, there are like seven shelves of photography books, mostly organized alphabetically by author's last name. It's hard to know. I've bought and returned about six photography books since I bought big black a few months ago and had my little I-don't-know-how-to-work-this-thing! hissy. I probably could've just asked at the camera store the first day I bought the camera, but you know I like to, you know, drive from one end of the city to the other in the blazing heat, cherry-pick the wrong books from the shelves without assistance, and generally reinvent the wheel while hyperventilating with stress for no good reason at all. And then complain about it. That's my special Alicia-way. That's how I do it.

But during that time, and from all of those books, I've actually learned a lot. I feel good about big black, I feel good about what I understand, I feel good about the pictures I've taken. When I got eBay Photos that Sell: Taking Great Product Shots for eBay and Beyond by Dan Gookin and Robert Birnbach, I really wanted to tell you about it, because it has a lot of good information for us craft-blog types — even though we might not be selling things on eBay, the types of photos we often take have a lot in common with good product shots, and this book is the best I've found that helps suss out exactly how to do that without having to understand too much about why it's working.

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I call this one "Day-Off with Salt-and Pepper Squid and Bears Jersey." It illustrates one more thing I want to tell you real quick. It's a concept that I think a lot of us want to understand — depth of field. Depth of field refers to the range of focus around the object that you're photographing. When the depth of field is shallow, only the object that the camera is directly focused on will be in focus. Things in front of and behind that object will be soft and fuzzy. When the depth of field is deep, lots of things around the object will be in focus. The range of focus is large, and everything appears sharp.

Depth of field is controlled by the aperture (or "f-stop"). If you are interested in exploring depth of field, it's good to get familiar with the "Aperture" setting on your camera so that you can control this (and let the camera control the shutter speed, etc.). Basically, the smaller your aperture opening (or the higher the f-stop number), the greater your depth of field. The bigger your aperture (or the lower the f-stop number), the smaller your depth of field. If this is confusing to you, it's helpful to think about how squinting works: When you squint, effectively giving yourself a smaller aperture, more things appear to be in focus. And if you think of an f-stop as a fraction — f/4 is really 1/4th [of the focal length of the lens], f/11 is really 1/11th — then the larger number/smaller opening makes sense. But even if you don't understand exactly how and why it works (you don't have to understand it to use it today), just remember that setting your f-stop as small as possible will give you the shallowest depth of field your camera can manage. For the squid photo (which is not tack sharp — a tripod is a lifesaver when you're zoomed in — but you get the idea), I set my aperture to the lowest f-stop/widest aperture, focused on the squid itself, and snapped the shutter.

For the record, I personally think it is okay to know HOW to make things work without necessarily understanding all the WHY. I think the Why comes, eventually, but getting bogged down in the Why can really suck the fun out of everything sometimes. So don't get stuck there. You don't have to understand it completely to see it work.

Now, in addition to aperture, depth of field is also related to lens length — that zoom-in function that we talked about in the Coke can photos. To get the shallowest depth of field, you want the smallest aperture and you want to be as zoomed in on your subject as possible. For me, anyway, this has been one of the most important things to understand and I feel like I've come to it a bit late. Please note that if you do get eBay Photos that Sell, there is a mis-statement on page 59 that directly contradicts this (I won't repeat it because I don't want to confuse you). But after reading this post and getting the book, you will be going along just fine, feeling pretty good — until you get to the paragraph in the big yellow box on page 59. Then you will think to yourself, "Okay, I know that my brain has been a complete disaster-area lately, but that can't be right." And you will sleep on it, wake up still agitated, then sheepishly write to the author who has written about a bobillion computer books, and say, "Er, um, Mr. Gookin? With all due respect, I think something's wrong with what you said on page 59. Oh, and I forgot to say I love your book." And he will very kindly and immediately write back and say, "Yes, Alicia Smartypants, it's true — that statement is the exact opposite of what it should be, many apologies, and thanks." And then you will feel much better knowing that you aren't completely going off your nut in every. Possible. Direction. Every. Day. I'm just sayin.

Now, feel free to correct this post, please.

*By the way, you don't need a fancy camera to play with depth of field and zoom. Small silvers work just fine, as most have a zoom lens and a way to control the aperture priority (usually an "A"). Portrait mode will probably give you a pretty wide aperture, as well — just point your camera at your subject, hold the shutter halfway down until it focuses, recompose the shot (i.e.: put the subject in the frame where you want it, not necessarily in the middle), and shoot. Be sure the auto-focus frame selection is "off" (you want to have just one little box in the center, choosing exactly where you focus). Might need your manual for this one if you don't know what I mean. See "AF Frame" in your manual for more info. Kthx.

June 20, 2007

At the Office

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Aw, JEEZ everybody, thank you. I do love being fussed over; thank you for being excited for me. I told Jane a while ago that it's sort of felt like that scene from Sleeping Beauty where the fairy godmothers are cake-baking and dress-making in secret, but pastel clouds of sparkles and glitter-flakes are spurting out the chimney? It's felt like that around here, a little bit. I am doing the photography for the book, too, and I do expect an explosion of sparks and lava when my head blows off around when I start on that part, so watch for that, that'll be good.

I'm on the porch here a lot because my car's been in the shop for a week, again, and I am grounded. I thought Volvos were supposed to live forever but mine has needed major resuscitation three times in the past four months, this time the ABS and TRACS systems, whatever those are, something to do with a little thing like braking. Ack, $1,200 later. So I spiffy-ed up the porch a bit and have been sitting out here, watching the neighborhood pass by.

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I was thinking about my next-door-neighbors' porch swing (not to get all childhood-y again, but here we go, it is the porch after all). We lived next door to the Mays for thirty years, and they lived there before we did, and they live there still. The nicest people on the planet. They had a big old porch and a porch swing and I used to sneak over there when they weren't home and sit on the swing and read. If I saw them coming home, I think I'd jump down and run off (weirdo). One time Mrs. May saw me and told me I could stay on the swing if I wanted to and then I think I was there pretty much every single day. Like, constantly. I think there was one day they actually wanted to use their own porch that summer and poor Mrs. May had to come out and say, "Um, Alicia, you have to go home now for a little bit because Mr. May's mother [who was about 90ish] is coming over and we're going to have some people over out here on the porch." I think I read all the V.C. Andrews books out there. I doubt my parents would've been very pleased with those so it was best to read them at the neighbors'.

It's nice to sit out front in the morning, with the sprinkler going gently. That's my favorite: enjoying those few hours of peace and quiet, before everything starts buzzing. It's my new office.

June 19, 2007

Yep, me too!

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Guess what! I'm writing a book! Yep, me too!

My book is a collection of original projects called Stitched Souvenirs: 30 Simple, Special Things to Sew and will be published by Potter Craft in fall of 2008. From quilts, mobiles, and softies to pillows, photo albums, and placemats, all of the projects have a personalized component, and incorporate embroidery, applique, stenciling, and photo-transfer techniques. I think the things I design have always been evocative of special events, people, and life-experiences, and this collection is truly reflective of those inspirations. It represents everything I love about making personal, beautiful things by hand.

Aw, I'm so excited. It's still sinking in! I feel kind of shy just talking about it, for reasons I can't even put my finger on. I've been working on it for quite a while, but my submission deadline is flying toward me, faster than I could've imagined: Everything is due at the end of August. So I am busy! But I'll tell you, it feels so great to be working on something that feels so right.

Thank you for encouraging me, everyone who's ever been interested in what I do or suggested that I make a book. My heart feels big and awkward this summer. I'm so grateful for all of this. Thank you. Really truly.

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