Thirty one, and the end of January

thirty one has pages

I was worried about putting enough stars on one circle, so I made a little book full of stars, and stitched it to this last circle. I am pleased with myself for getting every single day of January. 

February looks like it will be pink, and I am going to use the felting/embellishing machine and see what I can do with it. The circles will still be the same size. 

If you like pink, talk to me about what you like about it – I am having trouble thinking about it. 

twenty nine and thirty

twenty nine

Mum – you were right. Twenty nine stars go around (and around) a circle or two. Which is a good thing to do with a prime number. I spent so much time and effort putting the finishing touches on my Sketchbook Project book last night I couldn't scrounge up enough energy to post this one.

I did mail the sketchbook this morning, and just after I dropped it into the post box I realized I hadn't finished photographing it. So I have no further images for you. I am only mildly distressed because I will go visit it when it comes to Lynn, or maybe Portland this summer. 

And today's circle: 

thirty

Thirty is five sixes, or six fives, depending on the way you hold it. 

Some knitting is calling me. 

seven fours are twenty-eight

twenty eight

I don't know what it is about multiplication? It might be that Aerin's Young Man is getting math tutoring at our house on Saturday afternoons, and is brushing up his times tables, because Al is very keen on them being very nearly subconcious. The sevens were giving him fits, so I heard a lot of them.

It could be that I just play with arrangements of numbers in my head (I like arrays of things).

It could be that, in a valiant effort to subvert the dominant number paradigm, I strive to find interesting things about numbers that do not end in zero, because I like celebrating odd birthdays. One of my best birthdays ever was when I turned 49, which is a square. Someone thought of having seven seven year olds serenade me (but didn't), and every one brought square food, including Cindy (who still doesn't have a blog!) who made me a square pi(e). It was a much better birthday than fifty, which I basically ignored. 

three nines are twenty-seven

twenty seven

I rode two horses this morning. The weather made me grateful to have access to an indoor arena, because the rain was pelting down. It got noisy. Kaboose and I had a peaceful hour all to ourselves in the area, working on trotting and cantering steadily and without flinging her head in the air or curling up like a snail. We did well. I rode Nuada only long enough to get him going evenly both ways; he is a stiff old man and weather like this is hard on his joints.

And then I ran 64 errands and picked up two sets of kids from three different families at two different schools and delivered them home and made supper and finished a circle, and now I intend to sit still and knit. And be warm. For 40F it felt incredibly cold! 

Els – you asked what I was going to do with these. The local arts group is having a local exhibit of things people did every day in January. I thought I'd stitch these circles to a long red ribbon and bring them along to drape or hang or something. For subsequent months I am not at all sure what will do with them. If you want one in particular, email me and we'll talk. 

stars in/of stars

twenty six

Once I could draw a five pointed star, in roughly 3rd grade, I remember putting them everywhere. (I was a child of deep enthusiasms.) This star was a thing I figured out one day much later – each line of the star could be extended beyond a single star and into a series. There is something pleasingly self-referential about a star made up of stars. 

In other news, Family Circus restarted tonight. Henry is teaching us, which is a pleasure. I think Al likes not being outnumbered by females sometimes. Henry is astonishing, and funny, and pushes us all which means we'll do new things this session. There will be pictures!

twenty five

twenty five

I like square numbers. Nine was nice, sixteen was lovely, and now twenty five. 

I signed up for a drawing class. The first one was today. It was slow, and the teacher is opinionated. I am not sure about some of his opinions, but he can certainly draw, and he can probably help me draw better. The best thing he said was that he was tempted to bring a laminating machine to class so that he could issue Artistic Licenses to all his students. Our interpretation is what makes it art.