read me

                                                    Untitled (Cat), watercolor on paper, Robert Smithson.                                                                       Check out more museum-worthy kitties at this Smithsonian link.

Dear Y'all,

You know it's bad when circumstances lead me to consider wearing a t-shirt as a sign to tell you what I think.  My body, my billboard is what they say, but I never quite like it.  It's possible that I am self conscious about people reading off the front of my chest, it might also be that I like form more than content; it's hard to say. 

I settled on a tee shirt that says Hell Cats on it.  I think I will get another.*  Read me and know what I am feeling, then go away.

*  If you don't want a shirt, you could get one of these.

yarn-o-matic

 

Dear String People,

These things* are the ne plus ultra of objects for me.  I am trying to make something like them (see above).  The One Cat likes to sleep on it, even partly finished.  The Two Cat likes to wrestle it into a snarled heap.  The three of us together are pretty chuffed with this project, which has been going on for months and months.

My other yarn projects include a sweater with the kind of skinny-slow-splitty yarn that I cyclically swear off.  I am in an ascendant phase of swearing, which might reach its peak in something wearable, and it might just languish in a cute knitting bag until death does us part.  I was betting on the sweater until recently, when I got to the point of the sleeves.  So many sweaters end there, I expect.  Still, maybe it could have a life as a short skirt?  It doesn't even have sleeves, but separating the 266 stitches into two sections of 131 has been a serious blow to morale.  Morale is everything in making.

Anyway, the whole silly sweater thing wouldn't have even been attempted if it weren't for the beauty of these yarns from La Bien Aimee.  So delicious!  I showed them to a friend who said: "My next cat is going to be a skein."

* I really love this artist's work; all of it, the yarn things, the watercolors, the photographs, the clay things.  I am in extreme awe and envy of Renilde de Peuter.  See more of her work here.  As usual, I am asking myself, Why Can't I Be You, Renilde? 

Katzen.

 

Bendix Harms

Frau Grenadier, 2019

Oil on canvas

74 3/4 x 59 1/8 in

Dear Kitties,

Do you know this painter, this artist, Bendix Harms?  Because I did not know them, and I see now that I was living a shallow, empty, passion-less life before Bendix Harms.  Be enlightened and influenced by Bendix Harms here, and here, and here, too.

Lurkey's Turkeys.

Dear Friends and Family,

     May your holiday be filled with cats, dogs, and thankfulness.