Sunday, December 2, 2012

Connecticut Landscapes: Now Open for Viewing


Farmington Valley, Fall: one of my six pieces hanging in the Connecticut Fiber Arts Collective's new show, Connecticut Landscapes

It was a raw December day, with the temperature hovering just below freezing and a chilly mist hanging in the air.  Nevertheless, the members of the Connecticut Fiber Arts Collective collected themselves from all over the state, driving from Shelton and Bethany, Waterbury and West Hartford to converge at the Prospect Public Library in the town of Prospect, CT.  There, we hung our show, Connecticut Landscapes, which will grace the library's community room until the end of the month.

It's a lovely library, tucked away in a corner of the town center

Here are Carol Eaton and Mary Lachman, cataloging the works we hung on the wall in preparation for composing a price list

Here's Roz Spann, who always seems to have a bag of useful tools about her person, putting an emergency hanging wire on one of my pieces which was so new I had neglected to attach a hanger to the back.  Thanks, Roz!


Now here's a mini-gallery of my pieces that hang in this show.  You already saw Farmington Valley: Fall at the head of this blog entry.  Here are the other five pieces:

Deconstruction

Oak Leaves and Raindrops


Windy Ravine

Fall Picnic I
Edge of Winter
Next, the Connecticut Fiber Arts Collective takes this show to the Gunn Memorial Library and Museum, Washington Depot, CT, where it will hang from mid-January to mid-March.

Friday, November 30, 2012

How to Pin a Paradox

Sometimes I find fun where I didn't necessarily expect it.  Like learning to sew pieced curves together. 
Thanks to Mary Bajcz of Milford, Michigan--Scrap Happy Mary--I've now mastered this tricky process.  It's liberating...and rewarding.
It may not be obvious, but trust me, sewing two curved pieces together takes some skill, because when you flip the curved pieces right sides together to sew them, their shapes are then radically opposite one another: convexities on top of curves, curves on top of convexities.  It took me some practice to learn to pin these paradoxes together.
I tried to explain to my husband Joe why this process is so touchy, but he got hung up on the concept of right sides together, so I never got to explain it.
Anyway.
Mary Bajcz brought her magic to the Farmington Valley Quilters at a workshop held at Sew Inspired Quilt Shop on November 15, 2012. Through her, I mastered this technique, which is liberating--and fun--because it requires use of a rotary cutter freehand to cut cuves in blocks of fabric stacked on top of one another.  The stacked pieces are then shuffled and sewn together in random order. I started making these pieced leaves in Mary's class, and continued after I got home, until I had 20 curved leaf units. 
In the photo above, I've already sewn the 20 pieced squares, stem down, to one another in 10 pairs of 2.

Believe me when I tell you that curves end up opposite one another when you flip the pieces right sides together for sewing.
I learned that there are two important techniques required for sewing these opposing pieces together. 
One is to make hatch marks across the cut curves before flipping the pieces right sides together and pinning them for sewing.  The hatch marks below are made with disappearing ink:
When I flip these pieces, I make sure that the hatch marks are on top of one another, start pinning in those spots, then carefully pin the areas between those initial pins. 
The other important technique is to use a very narrow seam allowance.  I'm sorry the photo below is a little blurry, but you can still see what I want you to see: the size of the seam allowance.  To create a seam allowance of about 3/16ths, I'm running the right hand edge of the pinned fabric exactly along the inside of the right toe on my open toe foot.  Like this:
Mary Bajcz has more on her website, and I encourage you to go there and look at a few of the ways you can apply this artful technique.   https://sites.google.com/site/scraphappymaryb/
Have fun!







Saturday, October 27, 2012

...And then a bulb went off

On the eve of Frankenstorm, a major hurricane expected to combine with two other weather systems to administer a major slap to my corner of the world, I did what any other gardener would do:  I planted bulbs.


After all, what's better after a planting than a good, soaking rain?  And I'm keeping my fingers crossed that at the end of the day, Frankenstorm won't amount to much more than that.

The truth is, storm or not, now, October, is the time to get some bulbs into the new garden Joe and I created last fall.  If it were going to get done, this would be the time.

Last fall, we created this garden by covering a covered a weedy patch of "lawn" with newspapers and mulch.  Then we waited.



 In the spring, I filled it with plants I knew would grow well there because they already grew well in the existing garden of which this new garden was an extension:  heucheras, persicarias, Japanese painted ferns, brunneras.  A silver and maroon color scheme.  Eventually, we had a garden that lived up to the promise I'd envisioned for it.

Silver and Maroon:  Persicaria Red Dragon and Heuchera Mars

The new garden has done so well, and occupies such a prominent position in our yard, it made sense to add bulbs to extend its display into the spring.

First, though, I'd have to cut back the butterfly bush which I'd allowed to overtake its eastern end.  I should have cut it back in the early spring, but at the time, I was putting a lot of energy into creating a solo art quilt show, and cutting back the butterfly bush wasn't a priority.  As a result, it grew to look like this, and there was no way I could plant bulbs in this bed with this behemoth looming over it:

 So I cut back the butterfly bush to clear the way for bulbs.

 My taste in bulbs runs to the small bulbs, like those for crocus, snowdrops, and grape hyacinths.  There are two reasons for this preference.  One, the small bulbs tend to naturalize, spreading their springy selves into larger and larger areas as time passes.  And two, when their foliage fades, the yellowing leaves of the smaller bulbs aren't as much of an aesthetic nuisance as the wilting foliage of larger plants like daffodils.

I took myself to a local nursery to which I'd been given a gift certificate by my kind and generous neighbors after my sister Linda died in September 2011 at age 72 of Alzheimer's disease.  Linda would like knowing that I'm planting these bulbs.

Here's what I chose:
50 Chionodoxa Blue Giant (Glory-of-the-Snow)
Plant 5" deep and 12 per square foot

50 Chionodoxa Pink Giant (Glory-of-the-Snow)
Plant 5" deep and 16 per square foot 
64 Muscari (Grape Hyacinth)
Plant 5" deep and 16 per square foot

15 Galanthus Woronowii (Snowdrops)
Plant 5" deep and 12 per square foot

25 Puschkinia (Lebanon Squills)
Plant 5" deep and 16 per square foot 


Some bulbs have to be handled specially to prevent squirrels from digging them up and eating them.  Crocus are high on the list of squirrel favorites.  But I didn't have any crocus.  I did have grape hyacinths, which squirrels are known to dislike.  So no need to squirrel-proof those.  But what about the snowdrops, glory-of-the-snow, and Lebanon squills?  I didn't want to take any chances of destruction by squirrels, so I soaked them in a foul-smelling liquid called Repels All and laid them out to dry overnight.
The next day, I dug five holes at symmetrical locations in the new garden.  The labels on the puschkinia, chionodoxa, and galanthus all said they needed to be buried 5 inches deep and either 12 or 16 bulbs per square foot.  I tried to make my holes about a square foot, and they were about that, and  about five inches deep.  Pretty soon it became clear that, based on my number of bulbs, the five holes were deep enough but maybe not big enough. 

Tough, I decided.  This was hard work.  The soil here is heavy, hard-packed clay. 

That clay is such an inhospitable base for any growing thing that it needs the amendment of organic matter to make it lighter and more friable.  I have a compost bin to give me a supply of organic matter, so I dug a basket of compost to put in all the holes.




Each hole received its share of compost and equal numbers of chionodoxa, galanthus, and puschkinia.  Some gardeners suggest adding other nutrients, such as bone meal, to the holes.  Others say that the smell of bone meal is an invitation to squirrels.  I decided to go by the KISS rule and forget about the bone meal.

So these bulbs are going to have to fight it out for space.  A little.  Life is tough in the plant kingdom.  But that meant that I had to find another place for the grape hyacinths (muscari), which create lavender blooms and a sweet smell that defines spring.

For them, I decided on a semi-circle around the birdbath and set to work digging it out.


There were 64 grape hyacinth bulbs, and once I'd layered the C-shaped trough with a dose of compost, I laid those bulbs evenly on their bed of organic matter.  The package said to plant 16 bulbs per square foot.  That means I needed about four square feet.  I didn't measure, I just eyeballed, but looks like I got it close to right.

Another squirrel-deterrent was to mulch the area over so that the rodents wouldn't know the earth had been disturbed.  I got four bags of this stuff:

I'm not crazy about the black--I go for the natural earth color--but this late in the season, Home Depot doesn't have a lot of choices in mulch.  The guys there said they were trying to sell mulch to make way for Christmas trees.

Here's the culmination of all that digging and mulching.  I left poles in the ground to remind me of the location of these bulbs. Don't I want to be surprised?  No, I want to know where to direct my obsessive rays of hope in the spring.















Friday, October 26, 2012

Blasting Off for the Past

I really wore this?
The other day, I switched the summer clothes in my closet for the winter clothes in the attic.  Out with the cotton gauze, in with the corduroy; out with the shorts, in with the fleece.

While in the attic, I was also scouting out possible storage spots for the plethora of quilted wall hangings now gracing my dining room table.  They can't stay in the dining room indefinitely.  So, what about this little dresser?  Could I use that for storing some of my quilts?

I opened it up to see how much space was available.

And look what I found:

This is my college gym suit, circa 1967--1971.  Do students even wear gym suits any more?  Or bloomers, like the one that came with this gym suit? The label said "Wright & Ditson--No Iron, Wash and Wear."  Wright & Ditson--I looked it up--is still operating in Buffalo Grove, Illinois.  Bet there aren't a lot of buffalos left in that grove.  How did my gym suit end up in this almost-empty dresser?  And what am I going to do with it?  Do you think the Smithsonian would want it?

Next to the gym suit, in the same drawer, was this stained and saggy item:

I did date a few Yalies when I was in college, particularly one Joseph Rubin, of Silliman College, whom I married in 1974, and with whom I conceived three daughters, one of whom also went to Yale.  Wow.  I'm afraid to find out whether I can even still fit into this thing.  Much less the gym suit.

 In the next drawer, another blast from the past:  the first two scarves I ever knitted:

The acrylic wonder on the left has more pills than a pharmacy.  I learned the hard way that if you make a scarf too long it curls in on itself like a big tube.  Sometimes I think that the hard way is the only way I ever learn anything.  The scarf on the right--now, that was a marvel, because I knitted it in seed stitch, which was a tremendous step forward for me at the time.  My college roommate, Rosalie, who taught me the stitch, was knitting one for her boyfriend Patrick at the same time I was knitting this. At one point Rosalie found a mistake and unraveled at least a foot of her scarf.  I admired her sense of perfection, especially since Patrick wouldn't have noticed the mistake.  Mine has a few mistakes, which I left in.

Meanwhile, downstairs in my sewing area, I started catching up on some housewarming presents for friends and family, and that project was another blast from the past, as I fell back on the geometric simplicity of traditional log-cabin piecing.

These potholders and hot pad are for my middle daughter, Leah, who recently moved into a new apartment in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, and who, now that she's found she's gluten-intolerant, will be doing a lot of her own cooking. 
   
These are for my almost-daughter, Meg, who recently moved with her family to a fairy tale Craftsman-style house in Guilford, CT.  Meg loves the provencal combination of blue and yellow, and I know these will look great in her kitchen.





This pillow cover is for my oldest daughter, Julia, who recently moved to a new apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn.  She asked for pillows that would coordinate with the mosaic-tiled frame of the mirror over her fireplace.  This pillow cover is one of two, and a great stash-buster:  everything in it came from my stash, including the cording which I covered to make the welting around the edge. 

As I made these, it sure felt good to get back to some of my old techniques...as opposed to the sometimes-scary art quilting that occupies most of my time right now.  When the second of these two pillow covers is done, it'll be back to the scary and unknown.  Meanwhile, I'm having a blast in the past.




Sunday, September 30, 2012

Wearing the Cape

Tomorrow I end my month in Eastham, on Cape Cod, so I'm in a summing-up mode.

Favorite Walks
1.  Bayside beaches at low tide




2.  Truro's Pamet Trail, through coastal heath and then through dunes to the breakers


Songs that ran through my head for the whole month
1.  Over The Mountain, Across the Sea, 1957 doo-wop hit by Johnnie and Joe http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDpzLIeCYSc&feature=fvwrel
2.  Not Fade Away by the Rolling Stones http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pt_zum97kjE


Things I learned

1.  Not to spend a couple of hours in a structure this height and then stand up quickly when it's time to leave.


2.  That each day at low tide, dozens of seals congregate on a sandbar off High Head Road in Truro.


3.  All about oak apples.  Who knew?  Here's a row of them, in various stages of dessication.


My theory: that the larva of the wasp that lives inside it will feast on its oaky substance until it's time to hatch next spring.  Is that what happens?  What we do know for sure is that when that larva develops into a wasp, it too will  lay an egg on the axil of an oak leaf , thus compelling the tree to produce this apple-like growth.

4.  About the existence of this plant, artemisia campestris, a silvery sand dune beauty:



Things I Cooked
1.  Shrimp Piccata
http://www.bhg.com/recipe/seafood/shrimp-piccata/


2.  Turkey-Vegetable Chili.  The recipe is pasted at the end of this blog post.

3.  Spaghetti with Swordfish in Tomato sauce with Fennel
http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/member/views/SPAGHETTI-WITH-SWORDFISH-IN-TOMATO-SAUCE-WITH-FENNEL-1228459

4.  French Potato and Green Bean Salad
http://www.nytimes.com/recipes/12564/French-Potato-and-Green-Bean-Salad.html

5.  Sarah P's Vegetarian Chili
If you want the recipe, let me know


Audiobooks I Heard
  1. Out Stealing Horses by Per Petterson
  2. I Curse the River of Time by Per Petterson
  3. Tinkers by Paul Harding
  4. This Boy's Life by Tobias Woolf
  5. Hare with the Amber Eyes by Edmund DeWaal
  6. Wild by Cheryl Strayed
  7. Gilead by Marilynne Robinson

Things I Made

1. This felted image of Penwood State Park in fall




2. This painted and embroidered image of a path atop the dune high over the beaches of Eastham and Wellfleet



3.  This knitted blanket.  It will be complete when it reaches 30 inches.  Until then, well, it will just inch along:




Times I Left the Cape for Home and Beyond
  1. Once to West Hartford for the birthday party of my dear friend Margie
  2. Once to New York City to watch my daughter, Julia, installed as assistant cantor at Central Synagogue in Manhattan http://www.centralsynagogue.org/index.php/about_central/our_clergy/katz/


Tomorrow I leave the Cape for what may be months.  But I collected sand, shells, and dried seaweed yesterday, and I hope to make them into a sandy Cape collage.  And I'm going to be processing the experiences of this September visit all through the coming winter months, drawing them through me and around me like, well, a cape.


 TURKEY AND VEGETABLE CHILI GRASSO
I pound ground turkey
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 eggplant, chopped (about
4 cups)
1green bell pepper, chopped
1 large onion, chopped
2 celery ribs, chopped
a 16-ounce can kidney beans,
drained and rinsed
a 16-ounce can black beans,
drained and rinsed
an 8-ounce can prepared tomato
sauce
2 cups chicken broth
71teaspoon cayenne
171teaspoons chili powder
2 garlic cloves, minced
fresh lime juice to taste '
~ cup chopped fresh coriander,
or to taste
Accompaniment: cooked brown
rice
In a large skillet cook turkey in oil over moderately high heat, stirring to break up lumps, until browned, about 8 minutes. Stir in vegetables, beans, tomato sauce, broth, spices, and garlic and
simmer, covered, stirring occasionally, 30 minutes. Stir in lime juice and coriander and season chili with salt and pepper. Cool chili, uncovered, and keep covered and chilled 2 days or frozen 1 month.
Serve chili with brown rice. Serves 6.
KATHERlNEGRASSO
PARK RIDGE,NEW JERSEY