Project: needle-lace skeleton leaf

I love intricate things like this so I had to make it.

From one side.

From the other.

Yes, it's small.

Now what shall I do with it? It would be better if it had some companions, but it took about 2 hours to make this one.

I originally saw this project here which has great step-by-step instructions and pictures. 

Project: cut-out lamp reborn

My friend originally created this lampshade for an abuse healing art workshop. Before the workshop she pasted children's songs onto it to represent the innocence of childhood. She then drew 'hung' hangman games with words such as "rape," "neglect," and things like that. During the workshop, I cut out the hung-men and decorated the spaces in different ways which represent sort-of earth or life elements. Now it's hanging up with a clump of Christmas lights depending from it.

Air/Wind.

Rain.

Plant: upper left, Snow: lower right.

Earth: on the right

Project: Record Crate

Finished.

Project: Crane Mobile

Made of cranes that were supPOSed to be used as decoration and favors during my brother's wedding rehearsal dinner. But let's not talk about that.

Blue and gold were the theme colors.

Where it hangs now.

Detail on one crane.

A Poem by Someone Else: Look for the "unexpected weight" in other people

Green-Striped Melons

BY JANE HIRSHFIELD

They lie

under stars in a field.

They lie under rain in a field.

Under sun.

Some people

are like this as well—

like a painting

hidden beneath another painting.

An unexpected weight

the sign of their ripeness.

Poem copyright ©2008 by Jane Hirshfield, whose most recent book of poems is After, Harper Collins, 2006. Poem reprinted from Alaska Quarterly, Vol. 25, nos. 3 & 4, Fall & Winter, 2008, by permission of Jane Hirshfield and the publisher.

from: 

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/237308?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PoetryFoundation%2FPoemOfTheDayText+%28Poem+of+the+Day%29

Haiku of the Day -- 9.10.13

these are not crumbs, no,

these are the Master's dishes

purposely for me

First Week of School

Day 1: I'm still alive. Exited the building after 11.5 hours.

Day 2: I went back. Attack of the poop-smearer. Exited the building after 12 hours.

Day 3: I hate lunchtime. Miraculously was able to leave at about 4:30

Day 4: Same miracle again! But I really really really hate lunchtime. 

Day 5: Finished up plans for next week and got ready to go away for the weekend.

I guess the second year is different from the first!