Crafty Update: New Curtains!

I have been trying to make some curtains for my craft room for a while now and finally finished them today! I’m really happy to have them because A) I’m content with how they look, and B) I desperately needed some privacy because my next door neighbor’s house is like thisclose to mine, and I don’t enjoy feeling like people can see in at all. Even though I never can see in their windows and go out of my way to avoid looking over there in case their blinds are open and I might be able to see something. But you never know if other people are that considerate.

Anyways, the curtains, like most things I make, were a complete rig job. However, I was happy that when I told my sewing teacher that was my typical modus operandi, she said, “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that! Whatever gets the job done!” The reason I am taking a sewing class in the first place is to learn how to do things “properly” instead of rigging everything. But my sewing machine is currently on the fritz, and I’m doing everything by hand. I have a replacement part, but I can’t figure out how to install it. Handy people, please help! Plus, I’m always using random materials I have collected in my projects, so there is usually a bit of fudging required.

For some reason, I collect scarves, but I don’t really wear them. Well, I wear warm scarves in the winter, but not flimsy frou-frou scarves. I just always find cool ones at thrift stores with awesome retro graphics or fabrics, and I think (like everything), “I will totally make something with that sometime.” For once, I actually fished one out of my scrap drawer and used it as a sash for my curtains. I also used some old thrift store vintage buttons on the sash corners, which hold the curtains back when I want to let more light in. Attached to the back of the buttons are gold earring hooks (I am resourceful like that) which hook into some picture hanging eyes I screwed into the window frame. The fabric is a fairly inexpensive natural-colored cotton I got at Hancock a long time ago that is called “linen look.” I’ve used it in many projects and just happened to have a little left.

When the curtains are closed, the earring hooks hang on a piece of the inside window frame so you can still see the buttons, but they still stay closed. I’m not real crazy about the pink buttons, but I didn’t have any other ones that were the same size, and I do think the color stands out more than my other choices, which were mainly light-colored shell and wood. They kinda go with the colorful 60s graphic of the scarf/sash.

So now I have cute curtains on at least one window in my house (I have about 3 more to go), and my neighbors can’t look in. Yay! If anyone wants instructions or help making some similar, I am more than willing to offer my rigging assistance. 🙂 Now if I could just figure out how to make bedroom window coverings that are cute AND function as black-out curtains. Right now, the black out part is working like a charm, but they’re super ugly. Any suggestions?

Daily Gratitude: Birdy Lou Hooz*

No matter how bad my day has been, when I walk in the back door, I can’t not smile at my girl, who is prancing around and always excited to see me, who jumps (but gently) and licks my face and won’t go outside to pee right away, even after 8 hours in the house, because she would rather give me love first. So selfless. She listens to me talking on the phone and senses when my voice is sad. She puts her head on my lap and gives me kisses to say, “I know you are sad. But I love you!”

She has a more calming and soothing presence than most humans I’ve ever known. She is eternally patient with me. And that doesn’t diminish her love at all. When I need me-time, she hangs out with me quietly, just happy to be with me at all. When I am happy, she dances with me. When I cry, she daintily licks my tears away.

When she rides with me in the car, I like to look back at her head out the window, as she tries to gobble the air and inhale every scent that tickles her nostrils, eyes closed in delight at feeling the wind in her fur and on her face. And I think this is really what love should be like.

*Yet another name I call her because it reminds me of little Cindy Lou Hoo, from one of my all-time favorite movies, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

Random Pet Peeve: Mainstream Radio

This post is not meant to be the anti-pop music diatribe you’re probably expecting out of me. Believe it or not, I actually like *some* pop music. I think it has its place. I have been guilty of car dancing the moves to N*Sync’s Bye Bye Bye, I will admit it. That probably shows my age, and it also points to the era when I was last enjoying pop music on the radio. It’s what the most memorable road trips are made of.

My radio pet peeve today is that DJ’s (are they even called that now?) never tell you what they are playing. Probably because they’re not playing it — it comes on a pre-recorded disc from Clear Channel based on what they think will sell, and they just hit play. It no longer has anything to do with people who are really passionate about music sharing awesome new stuff with their audience. I think nowadays you don’t have to know anything about music to be on the radio — you just need a good voice.

As some of you may know, my dad has his own radio show. It’s on public radio, and it’s called Celtic Winds and is all traditional Irish/Scottish music. It comes on Sunday afternoons, and he’s been doing it for like 20 years. When I was a kid (around middle school age), I used to go with him and answer the phone to take requests during the show. I was also in charge of recording the play list on paper, because the station maintained records of them, and because I had good handwriting. Those afternoons were some of the most fun days I ever spent with my dad growing up, and one of the few things that we did together, just me and him.

Maybe it’s different with public radio, but to this day he maintains a strict policy of telling people what tracks he’s playing and by which artists. How can you turn people on to new music if they don’t know what they’re hearing?

Today on my way home from work I was actually listening to pop radio, which I rarely do anymore because it never seems to hold my interest. And I heard for the first time in a really long time, a great pop song — “Burning Proof” “Bulletproof” by La Roux. I only know that because I Googled it. (Is it appropriate to capitalize that when it’s a verb? My spell-check doesn’t know.) Anyways, the DJ sure wasn’t going to tell me what it was. And obviously, I misheard it the first time and then publicized the wrong title (thanks, Pam)! Score one for my argument.

It strikes me as a one-hit wonder kind of song, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It sounds really modern in that retro-80’s way with synthesizers. But I was singing along. I actually saw a picture of La Roux in a recent issue of Rolling Stone, and I skipped over it without reading the article because A) I couldn’t figure out what was up with the hair and B) I thought it was some hipster guy trying to be all cool and failing hard. Turns out it’s a girl. Huh.

One last thought on it — and another pet peeve — Yahoo! Answers is not a good place to obtain information, for those of you under the age of 25 who may not already know this. “La Roux” does not mean “the red.” That would be “la rouge.” “La Roux” means “the sauce” in French, which is way cooler anyway, fricking idiots.

Books: Chariots of the Gods

Just finished this book, which was right up my conspiracy-theory alley. Here’s a synopsis. I just love thinking about  all the mysteries of the universe that we still don’t have the answers to, and possibly never will. Fascinating. As a kid, I had a giant Time Life book called “Mysteries of the Unknown” (I think) that examined this same type of stuff, including theories on how similar cultures popped up all over the world (think pyramids in Mexico and Egypt) in a time when they had no knowledge of each other. I wish I still had it. Love that stuff!

Crafty Love! Sea Turtles

I’ve always had a thing about turtles. Native Americans had animal totems (or guides) to symbolize certain qualities in themselves, so I suppose if I were Native American, mine would be the turtle. Turtles teach us to take things slow and give ourselves time to figure out if we need to protect ourselves or plunge forward. My mom gave me a silver turtle ring when I was very young with movable arms and legs, so maybe she knew about my turtle totem before I did! She always comments on my life-long trait of cautiousness and careful deliberation and says I was even hesitant to be born. I tell her I was probably comfortable in there and didn’t see any reason to move!

Turtles remind us that it’s okay to retreat into your shell for a little while and wait until your thoughts and ideas are ready to be expressed. Anyone who knows me can tell you that as an only-child and an artist, I need a lot of alone time to balance myself emotionally. I retreat into my shell pretty often so that when the time comes to socialize, I can do it successfully and enjoy it instead of daydreaming about what I’d rather be doing in that moment. Other turtle lessons: Be patient in reaching your goals. Be careful in new situations. Be adaptable to your environment so you can find harmony in it. Live at your own pace.

On a side note, now that I’m talking about turtles, I can’t stop thinking about Aesop’s Fables. Was I the only kid on the planet who hated them and found them annoying because the morals were so freaking obvious? Anyhoozer…

What’s your animal totem? (I think I may have more than one…)

Sea Turtle Woodcut, Mono Print
$100 by Brian Taylor

Borosilicate Turtle Pendant
$75 by Jewels by L Designs

Sea Turtle Sushi Tray
$26 by Island Girl Pottery

Batik Turtle T-Shirt
$11.50 by Batik Creations

Baby Steps – 8 x 10 Print
$29 by A2Sea Photography


Musical Monday: Josh Roberts & The Hinges

This is an awesome band from Columbia, South Carolina that we saw at Smilefest. My show buddy group was not as impressed with them as I was, but they were my favorite of the weekend. Someone said they sound like Drive By Truckers, who are not really my favorite, but there was something about these guys that really struck me. I hope they make it big. I especially appreciated lyrics like, “We’re doing it slowly — sixteen months of foreplay. If we ain’t wound up by now I don’t know that we’ll wind.” And they did an awesome Blind Willie McTell cover that rocked my face off.

You can listen to my buddy Joel’s recording of the show here for free — look over on the left column where it says “stream.” Definitely would see these guys again!

Phish 2010!

Just got back from two amazing nights of Phish in Raleigh and Charlotte with Swampman. Our summer tradition continues! I have to say I think set list-wise these shows were way better than the ones we saw last summer. The weather was awesome — lately it’s been in the 90s here, but we ended up with breezy high 70s both nights, which was so pleasant and made my happy place that much happier. And the crowds both nights were wonderful — a great representation of the Phamily. Smiles everywhere, kindness everywhere. I love being surrounded by good people who think like me, live like me, dress like me, dance like me, and are made happy by what makes me happy!

This tour made me really appreciate living in Winston, because it really is a good central location. Two hours to Raleigh, and an hour-and-a-half to Charlotte. Actually, it took us longer to get to Charlotte than Raleigh because of Fourth of July beach traffic, which sucked. But Swamp let me sleep in the car a lot instead of doing my normal stereo duty, and he even bought some new CDs for the drive that he knew I would like so I didn’t have to focus on changing them out after my recent weeks of working overtime. Very considerate. We listened to a lot of the new Robert Randolph album, some Sound Tribe Sector 9, and of course, Phish.

The lot scene in Raleigh was cooler than Charlotte in some ways. We got there early enough to cruise Shakedown before heading in and check out all the cool glass work and jewelry. These days it’s all about feather earrings and druzy crystal pendants made from the inside of geodes (awesome), in addition to the standard blown glass. I could have spent a lot of money there if I had had it. Got complimented on my necklace by someone from Asheville — she thought is was amber but I corrected her. Actually carnelian. And got to tell my story about the history of carnelian from ancient Roman times. Tons and tons of good kind veggie vendors that made me SO HUNGRY and good beers for cheap. Got a couple of dollar waters on the way in and breezed through the bag check thanks to my skirt’s secret pocket, which has a broken zipper, but that was fixed easily by Swamp’s random safety pin on the tag of his shirt. Eagle Scouts rule!

The lawn at Walnut Creek is Raleigh is very steep, and I could actually see well, which is abnormal because I’m short and usually have a view of the backs of tall guys’ heads. We had a perfect spot right in the middle.

Raleigh Set List:

Set 1: Llama, Roses Are Free, Kill Devil Falls, Time Loves a Hero, Alaska, Water in the Sky, Runaway Jim > The Moma Dance > The Divided Sky, Cavern

Set 2: Backwards Down the Number Line > Halley’s Comet -> Light > Fluffhead > Have Mercy, Light Up Or Leave Me Alone -> Free > Wading in the Velvet Sea, The Squirming Coil > Suzy Greenberg

Encore: Boogie On Reggae Woman

I thought that was pretty much the best show I’ve ever seen. Already have it downloaded if you want a copy. (Just leave me a comment.)  I think (although y’all know my memory is not the best) it was my first live Roses Are Free. Runaway Jim is my second to least favorite Phish song (besides Maze…I just can’t get into the coked out songs because I am a mellow person, yo), so I took that opportunity to go get a beer, which Swamp anticipated on the first chord, naturally, and was already fishing out my money that he was holding by the time I said, “I think I’m gonna go….” LOVED getting to hear all my favorites from the newest album — Alaska, Kill Devil Falls, and Backwards Down the Number Line. Backwards is a me-and-Swamp song because of the whole calling your best friend on their birthday thing. I think the only times I stopped dancing were Runaway Jim and Velvet Sea, which is also not one of my favorites to see live, although it is a great song for chilling at home. I just prefer dancing music live. Upon hearing this statement, one of my friends said, “I thought you didn’t dance!” Because the last time we went to a club together I said that. But I am a hippie dancer, not a dance club dancer. Unless I’m really drunk, which doesn’t happen that often.

Halley’s Comet was the best I’ve ever heard with great sing-along power. Also, Fluffhead. WOW! And then Free! YES! The Have Mercy cover was better than the original Mighty Diamonds version…I love it when they reggae it out, man. Swamp was really proud to have called Squirming Coil, and I actually was really happy to hear Suzy Greenberg, which is not usually my favorite. And the Boogie On encore ROCKED MY FACE!

Lot scene in Charlotte was a bit more mellow, which is not a bad thing necessarily. Had to bum some cups off some neighbors. Met a guy from Maine who had been to all the festivals up there, so we shared IT stories, and I talked jewelry with one of the girls they were with who was wearing an awesome handmade silver pendant with inset stones made by one of her friends.

One of my personal highlights was seeing a family pass by the car — two parents with a middle-school aged daughter. The daughter was walking with her head down and arms crossed, and the mom was saying to her, “Honey, this is so exciting! Your first Phish show!” I felt really old in that moment. That could so be me. Would be me if I had a kid that age. Awesome that they are introducing her to coolness. Reminded me of my first concert experience that my parents took me to in Charlotte to see U2 and Pixies. Hell yeah! Looking back I guess that was not the coolest I’ve ever felt, but I sure do appreciate that now. I hope that girl had a good time and that she’ll be blogging about that experience (or telling her college friends or something) in the future so people know how cool her parents are. Some of Swamp’s students have started getting into Phish because he plays it for them during homeroom, and we were paranoid we might see some of them there. But I guess their parents don’t condone it because it’s evil hippie drug music. Much in the same way they don’t like the fact that their kids are all about their cool, young teacher.

Charlotte was way more packed, which made for excellent socializing and dancing on the lawn. You make a whole lot more new friends that way. 🙂 We also remembered the patchwork quilt that night, which is a huge conversation piece and friend-maker. Everyone wants a piece of that action at set break after grinding toes into grass and dirt.

Charlotte’s set list:

Set 1: Buried Alive > AC/DC Bag, Vultures, Wolfman’s Brother, Back on the Train, The Wedge, Mexican Cousin, Stash, Sparkle, Chalk Dust Torture

Set 2: Drowned, 46 Days, Twenty Years Later, The Lizards, Carini, Fuck Your Face, Also Sprach Zarathustra, You Enjoy Myself -> Proud Mary[1]

Encore: A Day in the Life

Wolfman’s Brother is Swamp’s all-time favorite, so it was cool to get that. For the first time ever, I called a song before he did (Wedge), and I was very disappointed Spar wasn’t there to high-five me and commemorate the 0ccasion. Since Swamp has been a fan for much longer than I have, it’s pretty much impossible to trump him, and I FINALLY DID IT! I was ecstatic. AC/DC Bag was a good sing-along. Mexican Cousin is one of mine and Swamp’s songs because of this lyric: “I’m awful sorry you got pissed! Just have to cross you off the list of my true friends. And tequila’s where it starts and where it ends!” Because we’re always getting in stupid fights and then making up and realizing our friendship is more important.

Highlights for me were Chalk Dust, YEM, and the a capella Proud Mary jam, which everyone was singing along to and jamming out and dancing hard. Made lots of friends on the lawn, from a cool kid with a YEM shirt I wanted and who gave lots of hugs and shared nugs (and stole my lighter, but that’s okay), to a guy behind us with a new Phish motif tattoo that honored his group of friends…a Penny Lane lookalike from Almost Famous and a  happy guy who COULD NOT STOP smiling. I felt the same way!

At one point, I went to get a beer, and there was all this cash on the ground in front of the beer stand. I picked it up and gave it to someone behind the counter, saying, “Can you hold this back here in case someone comes back for it?” Her response? “You guys are awesome. Out of all the concerts I’ve worked here, this is by far the coolest crowd. You’re just really good people!” I said, “I hope you’re also enjoying the music, because this is an awesome show so far!” And she said, “Yeah, I like this better than most of what I hear. Great night! Great crowd!”

And that pretty much sums up the Phish show experience for me. Random people being turned on by goodness and positivity and awesome music.

All I felt all night was love and happiness and joy and positivity and bliss. Who doesn’t want to be a part of that? I love my Phamily!

Honorary Niece #2!

Congrats to my good friends John and Kristin, whose first baby was born on Monday! Kathleen Julia Westbrook (Katie) is adorable, and I am so excited to be an honorary Auntie once again!!! Big brother Colby (their dog) has been hanging out at Auntie Megs’ house with his girlfriend Birdy for a few days while Mom and Dad get settled. He has been a wonderful house guest, and it’s been awesome sleeping with two big dogs in a big pack-pile and making everyone happy with back yard frolicking and yummy treats. This place is like doggy paradise, I think. So Colby meets Katie today! Wish him luck!

*Disclaimer: I’m not posting a pic of Kristin with the baby until I can take one that she’s happy with. I didn’t want to post the hospital one. 🙂

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