Flow.

I have this photo of Bikini Kill on my desktop right now.

It’s been a nice reminder back to the days of singing along to 7″s up in my room, when it seemed like music could really, honestly change the world.

Lately, as part of talking about the book, I’ve been mentioning more and more about what inspired me when I was younger. I didn’t realize it at the time, but when I discovered bands like Bikini Kill and record labels like Dischord and K Records, I was beginning to think independently of my peers, my family, the media. Not that I was necessarily disagreeing with them, just that I was beginning to form my own opinions and theories and ideas. I was beginning to understand that there were options and different routes to take and adventures to be had.

Tonight, I had an event at the lovely Quail Ridge Books and was reminded of all the energy and possibilities I felt were possible way back in those early days. It was a delightful experience with what psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi calls “flow” where the conversation and questions were organic and people were telling me about the most incredible fiber and creative work they have been doing.

It was a moment I couldn’t have ever imagined jumping around in my bedroom shouting along with Huggy Bear’s “Her Jazz,” undoubtedly my favorite song of that era. During those moments of discovering that it’s okay to question and dream and journey, I wondered if I would ever meet anyone else would feel the same way. I mean, I knew they were out there, I just didn’t know how to find them.

Somehow, I guess I got lucky, because all of these amazingly awesome smart, crafty and interesting people keep coming into and enriching my life for the past few years with their conversations, far flung knowledge, skills and ideosyncrasies. Each and every one of them makes me glad I kept singing loud and questioning and asking and dreaming and wondering all those days alone and didn’t stop, because now it’s not just me and my 7″s. I just never would have guessed I needed all those years of fighting and yelling and questioning and feeling alone in order to find them.


Speaking of lovely people, if you missed my interview with KPFK earlier this evening, you can find the podcast for the December 10 show here! There are 3 great interviews on before me, and then I’m on around 40 minutes in! Thanks so much, Feminist Magazine!

the world’s tiniest kitchen, 70s style.

1. Weird things happen when you’re at your parents house for the holidays and you start looking through old drawers and closets.

2. After finding my old dollhouse, I decided that a tiny kitchen needed to be built. You can tell the actual size by looking at the edge of the alarm clock on the right. And the “nut bowl” is actually the top of an acorn.

3. I really, really wanted that little plastic lady to be able to sit properly in that chair….then I realized that without knees, this was going to be a fool’s errand.

More late night childhood excavation over here on Flickr.


Want to win a free copy of Knitting for Good!? Go check out the details and enter the December Thrifty & Stylish Gift Wrapping challenge over at Craftster!

Also, the song Prelude for Time Feelers by Eluvium is so beautiful you just might keep it on repeat.

new! new! new!

So, as you can see….things look a little different around here. When I started this site, 5 years ago, I had someone (a very nice someone) set up everything. 

And, after many hours of wanting to throw my laptop out the window and shake my fist at any file ending with .php, here is the NEW BLOG which looks a bit better than the OLD BLOG. I still need to import some entries from the past year along with the archives, which I hope to do this week. One of the cool things about screwing things up, is that you generally tend to right yourself with a little persistence and learn from the experience, although I’m sure I’m not going to feel so new age-y about when I have to wake up in a few hours to go to the gym…Awesome!

One thing that might be of note, is that now you can SUBSCRIBE to the RSS feed, using the little button to on the top right of the sidebar that says “Subscribe!” Yay! (Thanks to the fabulous Milla for letting me know that it wasn’t working before.)

Hopefully everyone has recovered from their Halloween festivities (I was a Magic 8-ball) and has voted. Or is going to vote TODAY. 

Since there is little craftiness in the above and many capital letters and exclamation points, here’s the result of a very short-lived experiment in our house the other week. As you can see by the evil eye, it will never be repeated. After a few minutes, we decided that while quite amusing, the hat was not worth the loss of Bobbin’s dignity. I think Bobbin agreed.

gettin’ messy with it!

In case you don’t already know, Kathy Cano-Murillo is a crafty powerhouse.

Over the years she has given me amazing advice via several online craft boards and has often amused me with stories of her handmade mishaps! It always comforting to know that I’m not the only one gluing my fingers together or doing things (as I did this weekend) like injuring myself with a felting needle!

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I was overjoyed to recently acquire a copy of her new book, Art de la Soul, which is a craft primer of sorts. I love the fact that not only does it contain a list of items crafty newbies might need when starting out, but also that it stresses that being a good crafter doesn’t mean you always produce good craft.

Case in point, this weekend while working on some rugs for part of a book, I made my little test square of felt in my bathtub. The final result was completely bizarre looking, kind of like Pac-Man. However, a less-than-satisfactory result made me look for ways to repair my efforts that I wouldn’t have had to learn if my test piece had come out perfect! While I may not yet be a feltmeister, I am more confident with the process now that they went a little pear-shaped.

As long as we continue to stress that creativity does not equal perfection, we will continue to create. And I fully applaud those who recognize that getting messy (and often messing up) with your art/craft only serves to expand your own production and knowledge.

house vs. home

This is the bay window in the back bedroom of my grandmother’s house. It used to be my great-grandmother’s sitting room and still holds a blanket she crocheted before her death. For years I thought that maybe somewhere in the definition of the word ‘home’ was implied that the longer you lived somewhere, the more it became yours. But now, I’m not so sure.

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What makes a house a home?

I know for sure that cardboard boxes aren’t part of the equation. As I’ve been almost constantly on the move for a decade now, I’m an expert of what home isn’t. While I still maintain that home is beyond bricks-and-mortar, that doesn’t mean that I’m not currently trying to make my house become more of a home.

But where to start? HGTV and Martha were the obvious choices, as both sites (empires?) have an amazing wealth of information regarding ways to make your domicile something you actually feel like spending time in instead of just a place to sleep and store your stuff.

For a project that I am currently working on, I am making rugs for the home. The second I placed the first one down, my tiny little cottage instantly became more cozy and comfortable, taking on more of my identity than that of a space that once housed industrial-sized sewing machines for upholstery work. There was a small room adjacent to the kitchen and in it, there still were a couple of tables for sewing room lying in the corner, which were due for their transfer.

The space is steeped in creativity in a way that few places I have lived have been, full of memories of thread and bobbins and piecing together. As I continue to add little handmade touches (my rug, my great-grandmother’s apron from the 40s and photographs of my relatives that I found in a chest last year that all have them either making something or showing off their handiwork), I seem to be tapping more into what it means to call a bricks-and-mortar place home while simultaneously aware of the fact that home is primarily about identity and legacy instead of an address.