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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Thanks to the Christ Presbyterian Carolers!


Our Living Room was filled with Cheer!

The Carolers from Christ Presbyterian Church in Canton came to our door and filed in past the deaf kitty sleeping on the chair, gathered around the fireplace and tree, SO MANY, Wow, and such beautiful voices!  And the Poinsettia was lovely too, how lucky we are.

Unfortunately, tho I knew some names, they all popped out of the way when they spotted the camera, leaving only the brave souls that I can't name in the picture!  Please feel free to let me know with a comment who you are.

Blessings and Glorious Wishes of Rich Delight for the new year, all you sonerous Presbyterians!



Monday, December 17, 2007

Crocheting a Barbra Chapman Frenzy!

Marty's Raucous Purse, by LI Hertzi 2007


I am just in love with the textural quality of the wild-winging-it-but-deeply-artistic style of crocheting called "scumbling". I learned this technique from Barbra Chapman in a class at the Black Sheep in Encinitas, CA. Basically, you free form the stitching as well as the yarns, adding and dropping colors in mid-row, changing the stitch, bobbling, circling, backing-up and generally playing around as you go. How perfect for relaxing! No counting! Only noodling and "feeling" for what comes next.

Look at the texture! Now, this is a semi-monochromatic yarn selection... mostly oranges, reds and some purples, all huddled together on the color wheel, so it isn't as easy to show the tactile richness on a flat screen, but it is there.

I first heard the term "Scumbling" from my mother who used it to mean putting a light glaze of watercolor paint over a darker color to soften or give a glazed effect to a painting. This was when I was doing my graduation project in illustration and was flummoxed by making water ripple around a floating teacup!

The Free Dictionary by Farlex pontificates thusly:

scum·ble
(skmbl)
tr.v. scum·bled, scum·bling, scum·bles
1. To soften the colors or outlines of (a painting or drawing) by covering with a film of opaque or semi opaque color or by rubbing.
2. To blur the outlines of: a writer who scumbled the line that divides history and fiction.
n.
1. The effect produced by or as if by scumbling.
2. Material used for scumbling.

In crochet, I like the idea of blurring the outlines, and I encourage you to get wild and fuzzy with those hooks this holiday season!

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Thanks for reading, LI

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Beautiful even in Death, our Beloved BDC lay enshrined in eternal slumber


BDC
Born - 1992

Passed into the sleep from which there is no awakening - 2007

For your service and loyalty you will be missed. Rest in Peace.


I am so aggrieved to let it be known that my dear and faithful BDC passed away this morning just before 8 O'clock in Carlsbad, CA.

BDC served diligently and without complaint until the very last day of his life, enduring grueling hours of labor in excruciating heat and never uttering even a whimper of discontent. No, He was my loyal companion of 15 years, spending every morning (except vacations and Christmas) serving my needs. Never did he grouse when the winter days in my Colorado studio meant working all day to cheer and warm the frosted denizens of that altitudinous state seeking graphic contentment. Never did he complain when he was unplugged from his life force and boxed in the dark for yet another journey, ah how he trusted me, yes, he trusted me completely. Never, Never, Never did he shirk his responsibilities even in the face of my heartlessly commenting on his worn out state and pondering right there in front of him, the allure of others of his kind. Oh How shamed I am! Ohhhhhh.


We believed that he was suffering only from the ravages of time and an injured power cord, but alas, as I lifted him this morning to lovingly load him into the car to visit the esteemed electrical healer, Billiam, for the laying on of hands, his bottom detached with a wrenching sound, and his poor innards were exposed to this cruel world. What pain he must have felt, but at least it was swift. The official cause of death is Consumption.

For his good service I am thankful.

(BDC was his familiar name, his given name being Black and Decker Coffeemaker)

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

I just wrote a new Acrostic for my SugarPlum Scary Class...

Soothing doodling
Kisses the pages
Easing me out of the
Turmoil of thought and into
Calm -
Happy to be watching the world...

By Li!

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