1. Angora jacket with shoulder pads.
2. Paying others to do my laundry.
3. Waking up alone.
4. Wearing several pairs of thermal underwear, none of them my size.
5. "Creepshow" and "Heavenly Creatures".

Isn't that wild?!
Who the hell has a pet turkey?

My aunt had a female one, too, but they're smaller.
She also had TONS of other birds at her ranch house including peacocks, chickens, macaws, parrots, guineafowls, etc.



I hope you all have a good Thanksgiving.
I'm spending this holiday with Ben J.'s family in D.C., where they have two lovely Boston Terriers. =)

(While in the area, we'll also be visiting the Baltimore Aquarium and the textile museum in D.C.)



Eat up!

I almost wasn't going to take a self portrait today because I was so wrapped up in what I was working on.
But when I found myself getting v. stressed out by my project, I realized I needed a break.

This was the perfect distraction.

I love sitting out in the hallway of my studio because I like to look out at the birds and the water and such.
For at least five minutes or so.

That's my new knitting machine, my new source of inspiration and frustration.

I don't mean to be a hater, but hand knitting is for schmucks.
No, that's not true. I was just hand knitting last night. And I often hand knit.
(But when I'm away from my machine, I long for it.)

Seriously, though...
The satisfaction and ideas come pouring out on a machine.

Hard fucking week. Really. Urgh.

Took these today though. Happy with them. Thinking of adding some powder blue slices to this fade out..what dya think?

This week has been devoted to work, but I feel like I have so little to show for it.

Currently watching lots of episodes of Jem and the Holograms. And a lot of documentaries about weapons of mass destruction, WWII, and the Holocaust.

Reading zombie fiction (short stories) on the subway and bus.

Knitting a hybrid sweater for Janet L.
Using size 10.5 needles makes the work go by so much quicker. (Most of my garments are made using size 6 needles.)

Dionne Warwick and Steely Dan and Jem songs play in my head.


I'm excited about going home to Texas, but when I get back on the 30th, Osa, the little chihuahua that lives with us, won't be there since her owner is moving out. I feel like crying just saying that since I've grown so attached to that little dog. I've never been this attached to a dog before, especially a little diva that growls and bares her teeth at me so often.

I love coming home to a dog that's excited to see me and tell me about her day. And I love waking up and seeing her big, watery eyes under the covers. And having her jump on my chest and licking me all over the face, telling me it's time to wake up.

I'm going to miss that so much. SO MUCH.


=(


Be strong, Craig.