
Thursday, August 27, 2009
RISD Alumni Fall Art Sale

Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Market Scarves

This weekend I set up a little loom to demonstrate weaving at the local farmers market. The weather was nice, but the beaches were closed due to hurricane Bill's agitating effect on the surf. A lot of people came by to see what I was doing. This is always fun because I forget how confusing a loom looks if you are not familiar with them. I worked on these simple striped scarves so it would be easy to find my place after I stopped to chat. I am happy with the stripes, but the selvages are very uneven. Too much chatting I suppose. I will turn them into something, but I have not decided what yet. -Polly
Friday, August 21, 2009
Farmers Market
Thursday, August 20, 2009
More Yard Construction

Lovely on a summer evening. -Polly
Tuesday, August 18, 2009


experience anxiety and concern.
shed is introduced, and family harmony is restored. - Polly
Monday, August 17, 2009
Merino Samples

Saturday, August 15, 2009
My Co-Pilots

- Polly
Thursday, August 13, 2009
A Mixed Bag

Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Another terrarium

Monday, August 3, 2009
A Spa Vacation
My computer is back from it's spa vacation! It's masseuse told me that it has grown elderly. Well, I guess that happens. -Polly
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Trickery afoot
I made a scarecrow for my garden out of a thrift store dress and hat. We have a neighbor that is a very enthusiastic bird feeder, and the birds congregate heavily near my beans. I thought that this might help. What I noticed was a lot of whispering and giggling among the men folk in the family. Later on I discovered what they were up to. A strategically placed Halloween mask. -Polly 

Monday, July 20, 2009
Bad News

Thursday, July 9, 2009
Weekend Plans
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Puppy Love
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Grandmas and Grandpas and The Fourth of July

A final memory.
Fire Balloons.
You rarely see them these days, though in some countries, I hear they are still made and filled with warm breath from a small straw fire hung beneath. But in 1925 Illinois, we still had them, and one of the last memories I have of my grandfather is the last hour of a Forth of July night forth-eight years ago when Grandpa and I walked out on the lawn and lit a small fire and filled the pear-shaped red-white-and-blue-striped paper balloon with hot air, and held the flickering bright-angel presence in our hands a final moment in front of a porch lined with uncles and aunts and cousins and mothers and fathers, and then, very softly, let the thing that was life and light and mystery go out of our fingers up on the summer air and away over the beginning-to-sleep houses, among the stars, as fragile, as wondrous, as vulnerable, as lovely as life itself.
Ray Bradbury - Dandelion Wine 1975
All last week my boys practiced their parade form. As they hoped, the real parade today was very loud with fire trucks and small town wonderfulness. After lunch, their Grandmother sent them searching in the yard for a treasure box she had hidden. It is a big job to fill their heads with sweet memories, but someone has to do it. Happy Fourth, -Polly
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Teacher bags




We got to know some wonderful teachers this year. These are fairly awful pictures of the bags that I made for them at the end of the school year.
I started with this Simplicity pattern. I adjusted it so that the bags would be fully reversible. These are very easy to make! Much easier than patiently teaching little boys. Thanks Ladies! - Polly
Weekend in Review
Monday, June 22, 2009
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