Botanical Sketchbook: Milkweed (Asclepias syriaca)

This milkweed grows in our front yard, by our driveway in the summer. I always look for monarch butterfly cocoons but I haven’t seen one yet! Maybe I need more milkweed plants? I wish it would spread but that whole area is surrounded by hostile and rapidly spreading ground elder that I will one day deal with when I don’t have small children (HA)

One Rose Four Times

Here is my issue with sketchbooks: I WANT THEM TO BE PERFECT. One imperfect page and I am ready to light that thing in a bonfire. I don’t know why that is the case, because if I make an error knitting, I usually just move on and don’t even rip back and fix it?

Botanical Sketchbook: Bleeding Heart (Lamprocapnos Spectabilis)

This bleeding heart plant came with our house and grows (grew) along the side of the garage. Shortly after I took the photo references in 2017 my husband and father-in-law dumped a bunch of dirt on it during the winter without asking me and destroyed it. (And then my husband had the nerve to suggest to me that we should invest in more perennial plants. Grrr.) I’m still hopeful it will come back one day!

February Blues- 2019 Edition

I’m embroidering around the faded neckline of this handmade Darling Ranges Dress (The fabric is by Martha Negley). I thought you would prefer this image to my grumpy face. Ha.

It’s been very icy and cold and generally gross out and I can feel the seasonal depression hitting me hard.

Popcorn Sweater and Musings on my Wardrobe

I finished my new popcorn sweater last night - I haven’t blocked it yet, I imagine it will grow a bit in length and width, as washable wools tend to do! I’m very happy and excited to wear it.

I’ve been struggling with my wardrobe since having James. I still really passionately care about sustainable, ethical fashion but my clothing size has changed AGAIN

2018 Year In Review

2018. As with all years, this year had great joy and great grief. We met James, who I love madly. Knowing him has made my heart balloon to an enormous size, just as knowing Molly has done. I have breathed deep and treasured every sniff of his head, every smile, every milestone. Every year of knowing my children is a year of joy, imagination, laughter and love.

This Portrait of My Grandma

I can’t even believe I painted this! I have struggled with portraits for years. I only started oil painting 7 months ago (except one painting of an apple in high school). I only did my first self portrait 6 months ago. The glasses might be asymmetrical but I love this painting because it looks JUST LIKE my Grandma.