Author Archives: Autumn

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Messing about the with journal today. Specifically with the sidebar. Beaks and wingtips inside the journal at all times please.

Also handled a pile of pro site stuff today. Am feeling very accomplished.

ETA: Best I can do for now. I can’t restore my original Owly theme; it appears to be very broken all of a sudden. When I try to edit the background of this one, all the style vanishes completely. I miss my header. And how much do you want to bet that the RSS feeds are now broken *again*?

ETA again: Yup, they’re broken. Stupid error message! It must lie in the mySQL tables! About which I can do NOTHING!

ETA yet again: And huzzah, now the feeds are broken in a different way. I give up again. *headdesk*

Wiktory Too!

Gentle Readers, Mousme’s hat v2.0 is finished.

I would have finished it last night, in fact, had I brought my DPNs with me to the gathering we attended. Had I been extra conscientious I would have stopped this morning and bought another ball of yarn to do a few more rows, but I decided the hat didn’t really need them, and cheated used a six-inch length of acrylic to run through the stitches at the crown and pull them together.

Today I bought the new skein of black merino yarn I need for my second armwarmer while on a yarn shop recon mission with Ceri, as well as a ball of licorice-coloured wool/silk/cashmere blend to knit up a quick scarf to use. I would have invested in three lovely skeins of cashmere to make a long full one, but I have a sneaking suspicion that my mother has bought me something very nice to fill in the neck of my new red coat (which continues to garner approval) and so I’m not sinking sixty dollars into yarn just yet.

“You must never go down to the end of the town, if you don’t go down with me.”

I skipped into the living room to tell HRH that the luthier had a new 7/8 for me to try.

“When would you go?” he asked.

“I’m thinking this Friday afternoon,” I said. “Next week’s lesson is Friday night and I won’t be racing off anywhere once it’s done, so I can ask my teacher what she thinks of it and we’ll have the time to discuss it. If I go then, I can meet you at work afterwards and we can both head over to your parents’ place to pick up the boy.”

Mama,” said the boy, suddenly standing in front of me. He raised a finger and shook it at me, looking very serious. “You should never, never, never, ever go shopping… without… a boy.”

We looked at him, mouths open. He nodded again, certain of himself. “Yes. You should never go shopping without a boy.”

HRH and I melted from the cuteness, and we finally broke out of the stasis to laugh and laugh. I grabbed the boy and hugged him hard. Then I went and hunted up “Disobedience” by A.A. Milne to read to him for the first time.

Cello Squee!

Guess where I’m going next Friday afternoon? Yes indeed, to the luthier in order to try out a new 7/8 cello!

It’s nice to be excited about new celloness again instead of mopey about how the whole Mystery Cello thing turned out. But that’s still not off the list entirely, it’s just delayed for a few years. (A few meaning something like a decade or so. Maybe I’ll look forward to it as a fiftieth birthday present to myself.)

My cello fund has been nibbled at by bill- and gas- and grocery-mice, but I can put a down payment of three-quarters on this cello if it’s the right one (and if they let me instead of buying it outright), and chances are very likely that by the end of the year I’ll have the remaining money necessary to pay it off in entirety. If not by then, certainly by the end of January. Then I can turn to selling my current cello and recoup hopefully at least half of the cost of the new one, if not more.

I’m not looking at buying a cello for the sake of buying a cello. I’m waiting for the right one. I’ve turned down two, after all (and had one bought out from under me, but let’s not go there). It just feels good to be doing something about it again.

And maybe this time I’ll remember to buy rosin while I’m there, damn it.

Wiktory!

Gentle readers, at 22h42 last night I sewed up my first armwarmer.

I cannot start on the second because I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH YARN.

Augh!

Well, theoretically I could start but I’d run out of yarn very quickly. So I am soothing myself by knitting up Mousme‘s hat.

The armwarmer? Lovely. Ripped out the sixish rows I’d done in HRH’s office earlier this week and tried the DPN thing, did sixish rows of that and decided it would drive me bonkers in another half an hour. Ripped it all out, cast fifty stitches on straight needles and knit it widthwise instead of lengthwise. Knit it up in the space of threeish hours yesterday. I am brilliant. And I even worked out a bind off most/knit a few more rows thing at the elbow end so it would all fit sleekly instead of being looser in the middle. And it is warm! I seem to have done a single unintentional yarn over along the way so there is a coy little hole on the underside, but I love it with much love and it is mine. Ceri and I have a little yarn shop recon mission planned for tomorrow, so I will show her Tricot Quartier and, erm, pick up a second skein of the Mission Falls merino, since I will have money again. I am also tempted to pick up Really Big Needles and two more skeins and knit myself a fluffy loose scarf in the same colour.

*headdesk*

Can it be tomorrow now, please? The universe has kicked me in the head enough for one day, thanks. No, nothing end-of-worldish, just millions of tiny nibbles and pokes and kicks, all adding up to an increasingly rage-tinged point of had-enough.

When the boy goes down for his nap, I will knit. That will help. I did not in fact knit yesterday or the day before; I practised the cello instead. Which I needed to do. So yes: I will knit. That will calm me down. I may knit the hat (which would be the smart thign to do) or I may try to figure out how to use DPNs to knit an armwarmer, thereby cleverly avoiding the whole having-to-purl thing. Ha.

Review: A Wood Engraver’s Alphabet by G. Brender à Brandis

Author: Gerard Brender à Brandis
Title: A Wood Engraver’s Alphabet
Publisher: The Porcupine’s Quill
Media type: Trade paperback, 64 pages
Release date: August 2008
Reading period: November 2008
ISBN-13: 978-0-889843110
Category: Art; Alphabet books

The first thing that strikes you about A Wood Engraver’s Alphabet is that it is a beautifully made book. The texture of the cover and the paper delight both hands and eyes. The paper is a warm ecru colour and of very heavy weight, an excellent ground on which to display the prints. The play between dark and light in the prints themselves is fascinating. Brender à Brandis creates an incredible amount of visual texture and suggestion of different materials (wood, petal, stalk, leaf, ground cover, stamens) in his engravings. The end papers are a green between olive and moss, and the signatures are sewn, not glued.

This book is Gerard Brender à Brandis’ love letter to the botanicals in his world. The form is a simple alphabet book, but instead of illustrating the letter itself the artist has chosen to create a wood engraving of a plant whose name begins with that letter. On the lower edge of the blank left page, facing the print on the opposite page, the name of the plant is displayed, both the common name and the botanical name. The engravings themselves on the right page vary in size and shape, and in placement on the page. Some are slender tall rectangles; others are squares. In each the delicate, lyrical interplay between negative and positive space, between black and white, creates depth and light. Some almost fill the right page, while others seem to float in a vast ecru frame.

I have only one minor quibble with the book, and it rests in the choice of plant for certain illustrations. At times the plant is chosen for its Latin name, other times for its common name, yet other times for the colour. For example, ‘Nodding Trillium’ illustrates the letter N instead of T, as one would expect. And yet the quibble is so very minor, because the subjects Brender à Brandis has chosen to engrave offer so much visual interest that in the end what they are or what they’re called doesn’t matter. If he was called or inspired to illustrate a certain plant instead of something else, then there was a reason for it, and the result is so beautiful that the quibble is forgotten in the subsequent examination of the artwork.

What I appreciated most was the brief introduction written by Brender à Brandis, which talked about the physical process of production and his creative artistic process. He talks about being led to use certain woods for certain engravings, how he chose what plants to engrave, and the delight humanity takes in flowers,

It’s a slender little paperbound volume priced at $16.95. The production quality is very high. It’s an exquisite little art book that would make a lovely gift for someone interested in engraving or for a lover of botanicals. It does require a relaxed and open mind when one sits down to read it, however, and plenty of time to pore over the engravings. I will absolutely go on to look up Brender à Brandis’ other books, particularly A Gathering of Flowers from Shakespeare.

Many thanks to Mini Book Expo and The Porcupine’s Quill, through whom I acquired the review copy of this book.

Publisher web site:
http://www.sentex.net/~pql
Author web site: n/a