Necessity and Invention…oops

June 10, 2013

Well, this go round, with my shot at blog posting, I posted the picture and no text. Here is the text. 

Recycle, Reduce, Reuse.

I love the 3 Rs of Eco Friendliness. I love to use things in new ways. I love to be practical about things.

I had a tomato cage and a larger vine cage. No planting this year, but I did have a huge need for yarn storage. (I became a collector, rather than a knitter, crocheter) I found a great deal on yarns and would like easy access to it as well as an attractive way to store it. 

I took colored jeans that were passed over to me from a friend and made strips that I wove around the cages to make really lovely storage for my yarn. I did bend the bottom wires of the smaller tomato cage. The larger, looks pretty cool to me with the 3 wire legs wound together into a point.

Both of these will be hung low on my walls, so that they beautify my studio and are easy to access.

Sure hope I find more tomato cages. I still have more yarn, and I would like to make a tutorial. 


Necessity and Invention

June 7, 2013


Yarn storage baskets

Yarn storage baskets

Carve it out, Make a decision

February 7, 2012

Up in the wee hours of the morning. Trying to make time for fitness and art. 

Carving out time for peace and creativity takes effort, but it is worth it and makes the days move along much more smoothly. 

When I show my Iart–person to person, they are always stunned at how I can, ”get that done” or ”wish I had time to be creative.”  I wonder at these statements. 

I don’t spend a  lot of time on tv, I probably spend way too much time on the computer, and I don’t go barhopping. Those things that I do not do give me time between full time work, commuting, home work help for my son and other mom/adult jobs to get creative and get fit. 

Granted, they are not long lazy hours of creative thinking. I am thinking of ideas all the time and when I am ready, I go to my list/notes/sketchbook and get focused. 

I also like to have my stuff out. Out as in covering the art table, on open shelves so I can see what I am looking for rather than digging around for it which leeches away creative time. 

And since time with family is very important, I wake up early on weekends too. The boys love to sleep in. I take those extra hours and put them to use as well.

Some say, focus your artistic endeavors. limit yourself to one or two media and push yourself in these areas. For some folks, I think that is fine advice. Stretch yourself as an artist. I don’t seem to be able to do that. I become bored, or lose interest. I am thinking ADHD, undiagnosed  😀

But it works for me. I am happy with what I am accomplishing. And no, I have not gone truly public with my art, not posting regularly, but, I am going to carve out another 15 minutes for that beginning this next weekend. i have a goal. 

Honestly, I have been quilting and crocheting and painting for such a long time and have avoided taking pictures of my work so that I would not be asked to make the same thing over and over again Utterly boring in my opinion. 

Though I am considering working in a series. That may be something to focus on during the summer when my time is not as scheduled as it is now.

Well, this is my 15 minutes….got to go get some painting done.

Had to repost this post by Lisa Call….for me and for you… :D

January 31, 2012

January 24 – The Teacher/Poet or Poet/Teacher?

January 28, 2012

January 24 – The Teacher/Poet or Poet/Teacher?.

Great Post. I wonder this as a preschool teacher. How do we affect the people we come into contact with? Especially those in formative years.

Are we sure enough of who we are to share that with others? Do we share as though we have something to offer? �Are we giving our best to those who ask for it?

I hope that I am using all of my talents and gifts to affect others in a positive way. Do I do this 100% of the time, I am certain not. I am, after all human. 😀 �But, I do make a conscious effort.�

I go back to my training in Occupational Therapy. To therapeutic use of self. Use what you have to be of service, of use, to others. To draw from them that which will encourage them to notice their gifts and talents. focus on successful outcomes.

Try it today, tomorrow, everyday. Use yourself to bring out the good in others. It isn’t so hard. Put yourself out there. I will, too. Let me know how it goes. How it feels. 😀

via January 24 – The Teacher/Poet or Poet/Teacher?.

It’s been a long time….

December 3, 2011

I am not the poster I planned to be. I am the scattered, energetic chronically disorganized person who attempts with all of her might to be organized.

I make lists. I lose lists. I find lists and make new lists. I cross things off and add to them. I make all of my own work. such a small amount of what I ”need” to do comes from outside commitments.

I have so little time and so many projects to complete. I have learned things that I wish I knew a long time ago, so that I could be experimenting with them in more and different ways.

I know time is short. And I know I have time. somewhere in between I am trying to be who I am and do what I enjoy.

I have been knitting, in the round, with those nifty knitters. Yahoo! knitted caps, one for me and one for Tucker. A knitted gator for me. I am working on a baby cocoon–very pink and a little girls knit hat-also very pink. I am planning to make my daughter a pink and pom pom winter hat. Exciting!

I will be trying out the knook. A little package with crochet hooks to knit with. I also have traditional knitting needles and ordered a knitting class. I am going to be a knitter by hook or by crook. haha.

I am still quilting. Just got the Kansashi in Bloom book by Diane Gilleland. I have been wanting this for A LONG TIME. I am working on a flower tonight.

I am still painting. Have a canvas and materials ready right now…sitting and waiting for me.

I am still writing. And writing and writing. Unfortunately some of my best ideas come while I am driving. I then forget when I get somewhere with a pen. Tell you what, the 50 mile drive, one way each day to work through prairie and rolling hills is definitely fertile ground for story making.

I am full of puns today. And my eyes are brown, so you know what else I am possibly full of. 😀

I dyed a damaged top of Sara’s today, and a yard of fabric for me, of course. It is no longer damaged and is a beautiful medium purple color, lace and all. My yard of cotton is a lovely lighter shade purple.

I have not even begun so many things. I am hoping I am brave and organized enough to recognize the opportunities as they arise…so far so good.

Okay. Enough about me. How and what are you doing?


p.s. did I mention photography.  I am still taking many, many pictures. many, many.

Months late and dollars short….

November 13, 2011

Well, since my last post I certainly did finish the weighted blanket. I also started my full time job-summer break over- and the hour long each way commute. can you say, “Exhausted?”  Well I have been. and a bit frantic.

Special days, birthdays, travel each  of my 3 day weekends and shipping my boys off to Denmark. Seriously a whirlwind. This is my first weekend with the boys gone. Less hectic, still busy. I will have the pattern for the weighted quilt available tomorrow evening and posted.

I have been to Bismark twice this week. It was really really good, for me and the retailers, not for my checkbook…but it needed a little exercise. 😀

chat tomorrow.

A Call from Sara

August 28, 2011

”Momma, I need a favor.” You bet, I tell her, I will help in any way I can. She proceeds to tell me that she would like me to make a weighted blanket for her son, my first grandchild. I love that my kids think I can make anything, without their confidence in me, I wonder if I could do all that I do.
So, I designed a quilt for my grandson with pockets for the weights and a few for pix of his family, so that he can feel comfortable that we are all near. The pattern will be available for purchase by the end of the week.
Thank you so much, Sara and Tucker.

A knock at the door four years ago….

August 12, 2011

Raechel Anne Barnard

My cell rang during training. The kids wouldn’t call unless it was important. Raechel was crying. ”Mom, can I move back home?”
” Of course. What do you need me to do?” She would borrow my minivan; her little zoomer would not hold much. Younger sister, Sara, would help her move out of her boyfriend’s house.
The girls picked me up after the training, seemingly in good spirits. I hugged Raechel and said we would help her figure something out. She was so independent that I could not imagine her wanting to stay for long. She would rather come by on her own for suppers, snacks and to hang out with her sister and little brother. We had all been enjoying each other this summer.
I had to collect Trevor from Vacation Bible School. She needed to go make her car payment.
‘’Raechel, we’ll be eating hamburgers across the street for dinner, come with.’’
‘’I might go with friends,’’ she replied.
‘’That’s okay. I’m glad you’re here.’’ I told her.
‘Thanks, momma.’
I watched her walk to her silver little car. Beautiful, tan skin, cute tank top, luscious dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. She is home. I felt such joy and relief. I crossed the street to pick up Trevor from VBS, shouting, ‘’See you later, sweetie.’’
Our regular routine, late dinner because of Peter’s long hours. We discussed how we would handle an adult child in the house. It would be a challenge for us all. Then all off to bed for us. I was wishing I had gotten her a key already.
There was a knock at the door. 1:30 a.m. Holy cow. This would definitely be a conversation with Rae tomorrow.
It was the officer Raechel had thought was so cute when he helped her unlock her car one of the times she locked herself out. Like mother like daughter.
He asked me to get dressed and come with him. Peter was sitting up in bed, wide awake and asked me if he should call Marilee to sit with the kids and follow me. Of course.
I was in a daze. The officer said nothing for our three block ride. There were so many young people wandering the hospital parking lot. I could not fathom why.
I was led in and a nurse greeted me. I followed her. I just knew that whatever happened I would care for Raechel and nurse her back to health. I would put everything on hold to help her.
The nurse took me to a curtained area.
‘I am so sorry. Your daughter was in a motorcycle accident with a young man. Neither survived. She passed away at midnight.’ She opened the curtain and there was my beautiful girl. My girl who just moved back home. My girl who had just asked if I could believe I have a daughter who would turn 19 soon. My girl who had taught me so much about being a parent.

Misty morning…

May 24, 2011

carol kunnerupWe continue to experience unusual weather here in North Dakota. Wintery weather does not want to give up. We, however, are enjoying our summer vacation.

Trev and I are reading several books: Percy Jackson series, Falkenhaven series, Maximum Ride books, and a few others I don’t remember the titles to-we will get to them in a day or two.

I am painting, painting, painting skies, skies, skies, with paints-watercolor and acrylic on a watercolor paper, envelopes, and with fabric. The pull, the NEED to draw them, paint them is so strong. I am amazed by them, curious about them and excited by the different ways I can interpret them. Would love to show you pix, but am having electronics issues again. 😦    i hope to have a new camera fairly soon, and a new cell phone! ;D

I am going to post a TO DO list later this afternoon. Need to get things done and listing is the only way to make me feel more accountable.

Loving life on the prairie.