a year of living creatively

Hello everyone, Please meet Delphina Aurora. She had a very very long gestation period, and, to be totally truthful, she is missing her undergarments. Since people are very curious and relentlessly lift her skirt I will be knitting her some lovely pantaloons over the Christmas break. Stay tuned! I love Delphine. She is the product of a fantastic book I bought last summer at a knitting bazaar I attended with my fellow crafter Trine the magnificent. We have now been close pals for two years, having met at an embroidery course at Liberty. I give thanks for her every day as she is my closest friend in London, my second home. Today in Los Angeles you find your faithful (well, really, not faithful at all, I am a crap blogger, do not update this page nearly as often as I keep promising) packing up my house in a most disorganized fashion. I have made the possibly catastrophic decision to do some home re-modeling. It will either be totally beautiful and worth the agony, or expensive, du

How Facebook nearly ruined my Thanksgiving I am a sucker for holidays. Thanks to the media and our consumer culture, I have long fallen hard for the fantasy of Thanksgiving dinner, huge extended family gathered for a perfectly cooked meal, fire roaring, children playing, the sound of laughter rolling across a warm home full of love. Although I have much to be thankful for, this year that Kodak moment was going to be hard to accomplish. We lost our mother three and a half years ago, and with her passing the glue that held our small family together seemed to dissolve. My sisters live in other states with their children, my husband lives in London (another story), and, at this point, it’s just me and my dad here in Southern California. My husband, a Brit, understandably has little feeling for the holiday, but he was coming out to visit, and we talked about how we could make the best of our Thanksgiving. We were invited to friends, but dad wouldn’t be able t