Lee Thomson

I got so carried away thinking about grids that I made 6 different ones, and then shuffled this out to start with.

This whole one-a-day thing is interesting in that I feel free to try multiple takes on a concept and see how they play. I don’t deeply care if a couple (or more) really suck. I know out of a January’s worth of cards there might be one or two fabulous ones, but the great thing is that any four people would probably pick four different ones as the absolute best of the month. I’d probably pick a fifth!

We had a friend over for supper last night, braised lamb shanks, roasted vegetables, russian banana fingerling potatos (I love the name, the potatos are merely OK) and a Cake for dessert. K made the most amazing cake, devil’s food, from Cooks Illustrated, with whipped cream for frosting. I had many pieces last night, and a couple more tonight. It is one of those foods I am not entirely rational in the presence of. So, I get to eat it until it is gone, which isn’t all bad. Cook’s has a coconut cake like that too – I can’t make it unless I have many other people to feed it to, because I am completely capable of eating the whole thing and regretting it fiercely later.

And then this morning I was in  K’s blog ! This is a strange feeling, I must say. I mean I understood, kind of, about the whole putting oneself out there kind of thing, but to show up somewhere is just, well, odd.

Do leave me a note if you stop by, this thing is still in the testing phase. If I like it, I’ll sign up for more than January, but if the novelty has worn off, I’m done!

I like her – she was a bit more x-rated when she was completely nekkid, but I really like the way the blanket makes her both more dreamy and more decent, without really covering up too much.

My dolls with breasts, and pictures I make of women with shape make my elder daughter crazy. She is just finishing being 12, and really would embrace the option (if someone would offer her) of brain-in-a-box. Except she likes her muscles. She does a lot of circus training, and she enjoys the hanging upside down and the tricks and the fact that she can do it.  If fact it looked like such fun I signed the whole family up for Family Circus class last year, and again this year. Both girls love knowing they have more skills than either of us adults. My husband and I enjoy the fact that we are not too old to try this stuff. He has produced some deeply ugly cartwheels, the first in his life, at age 47, and we both possess creditable handstands. We accomplished a short family routine at the Spring Recital last spring, and might do so again this year.

The postcard for Jan 3. The other two are still on Flickr   and this one is too, I’m just experimenting with sticking pictures in here too.

The picture management program is freaking out because three different programs are duking it out to get the images off the camera. Adobe’s thing is the most obstreperous, but there is some Twain driver that is elbowing into the conversation and the stuff that came with the camera is a slow third. Which is a pain because I like it best.

I will eventually have it under control.

This is a test. This is only a test. In the event of an actual blog entry, something real must have happened and I would be writing about it here.

Actually, the New Year happened. I flat refuse to do resolutions, I am already eating better and have lost weight, so I wrote down some things I intend to do that will (I hope) improve my life in a good way.

It came out to a list of six things, with a bunch of rules and regs about the first thing, which is:

1. make a fabric postcard every day

• 4" x 6"
• every day, must be done, edges and back finished
• color of the month, shape of the month (Jan is blue, circle)
• digital picture to be posted to Flickr

After that, the rest are (relatively) easy:

1. talk to friends more, every couple of days
2. knit all the socks from the Blue Moon Sock Club, when they come in
3. call my mother more, at least every other day
4. ride the new bike when the weather is above 45 degrees
5. ride horses whenever the opportunity presents itself, no sloping off after cleaning stalls just because you can’t face a particular horse or don’t quite feel like it

So I did Yoga, ran a mile and rode a black mare, and made my postcard yesterday and today.

The postcards are at Flickr and once I have figured out how I’ll make them their own little folder separate from other artwork that will, by grace or sweat, be included as well.