Thursday, December 10, 2009

Secret Santa Gifts

Ah, the time for the Secret Santa gift is upon us. The idea of posting a "Secret" Santa gift online seems a little risky. But seeing as no one reads my blog, it probably doesn't matter...

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Knitting Frenzy

Since the snow has arrived I've been knitting up a storm.

The Snow

Yesterday it snowed a little, today it snowed a lot. And there is more on the way, or so they say. The snow makes me think about home, and growing up. When I was little I was filled with the most intense joy as the first flakes fell. And then six months later the same joy returned when the snow began to melt. Now I find that the joy only comes once a year, and it's not when the snow falls. I remember being eight years old and jumping into the snow banks, void of inhibitions. I was free. I used to imagine that I was a snow flake. Light and fluffy, and very fragile. diving head first into the snow bank. Suddenly I am filled with a desire to embody my eight year old self and dive into the snow bank, but my inhibitions stop me. There are things that are appropriate for small children to do and there are things that appropriate for young ladies to do. Diving into a snow bank out of joy is not one of them. I need to think of a good reason. Maybe I will drop something into the snow, and then go in after it. Ah, maybe I will walk too close to someone and then pretend, when I fall into the snow bank, that they pushed me... I could always take a leaf out of my eight year old book and free myself from my inhibitions and jump in. Without a reason. Without a reason other then pure joy.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Little Girl Dresses For the Holiday's

Triangular Pennant

Though I had already made this so called pennant, it took several google searches to figure out the technical term for it. I was under the impression that this type of banner had a different, more specific name than "triangular banner". But several google searches yielded nothing... But finally I found what I was looking for. Pennant: Etymology: alteration of pendant
1 a : any of various nautical flags tapering usually to a point or swallowtail and used for identification or signaling b : a flag or banner longer in the fly than in the hoist; especially : one that tapers to a point. 2 : a flag emblematic of championship (as in a professional baseball league); also :the championship itself.
My pennant falls into both definitions. First it follows the specifics for the shape of a pennant. Secondly, it is an emblem of the victory that consumerism has achieved over the American people.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Monday, November 16, 2009

Writing Letters

Using the USPS is not so common place these days, for every letter written a hundred emails are sent (I just made that up). But you get the point, it's more time consuming to write letters. I do it because I care more about what I say when I write it down. It's hard to care when your hand doesn't shape each letter. I don't feel the same connection with the emails that I sent as the letters that I drop in the mail. Letter writing feels like art to me, the placement of the address, the indentation of the paragraphs, the signature, the reciprocity, and the expectant waiting for the reply.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Scattergood Friends School

It is impossible to describe in words, actually that's not true. I could imagine a dictionary where every word that meant Scattergood was circled and some were added too. Think of what you would circle and what I would circle, think of where our words would be the same and where they would differ. It could be described in words.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Ultimate Frisbee and My Future

I love Ultimate Frisbee, a future goal of mine is to become an Ultimate Frisbee champion. C'mon how incredible would that be?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Part One

I found myself wondering why you left your ugly plaid coat at my house. You know that I don't want it. And the stupid art pamphlet about your writing. I know that you wanted me to come to your reading, thats why you left the coat and thats why you left the leaflet in the pocket.

Hounds tooth, and I can't stop looking at it. I have to return it to you. But I need you to understand that I don't want your stuff in my house. I could call you, I could climb the mountain of stairs to your gritty, grimy, gross apartment and give you back the coat. All of the twelve eyes of your stoned roommates would be screeching their judgement upon me.

The last time we saw each other, the time you left the coat, your hair looked like it was time for a dye. I think that it's time for us to stop playing this game and get on with our lives. Lets make something of ourselves. How about it? I'll just go to your house. I'll ring your stupid bell and then who knows what? Every time that I've going before I've ended up staying too long, or just long enough.
I drifted on the empty 147 bus, picked up an old paper and read yesterdays news that was still new to me. I slipped off of the bus and sauntered to the far edge of town where the buses don't travel. Small joys I kept thinking. I've been trying to take time to appreciate the things that are little but bring us unrecognized happiness. Dogs barking (if you like dogs), birds singing (if the sound hasn't always driven you insane), other things like that.

Monday, October 19, 2009


I was always the little sister asking why you won't play.
Just for today I get to be you:
Is this what you were thinking?
Dirty clothes
from playing in the dirt
marker smudged face
make believe is still your favorite game
I can no longer stand the sound of "lets pretend..."
you've asked me thousand times can we play make believe
Lets pretend that we're on the moon
no lets not
how about... "we're at the fair. ".... no.
Okay what do you think about cow boys.
I don't want to play make believe. I don't want to pretend anything.
Please. No. I'm to old to pretend things.
Covered wagon?
we used to play that all the time.
why don't you play anymore?
Stop talking, i'm trying to concentrate
pretty please with butter and cheese
Please stop
Why did you have to grow up?
(No response)
Hey, I've got an idea, lets pretend that you are my age.
I don't want to. I've got home work to do, and I'm too old for this.
I'm busy and I do grown up things, like go shopping and go to parties with my friends.

This is what you said
and this is what I think.
you were imagining being somewhere else.
Somewhere without me, with your "friends"
they are the same thing
You were pretending the whole time,
why didn't you let me play your game?
All I wanted to do was play make believe...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Felt Leaves

These are a craft project that were inspired by another blog.

I don't feel like the leaves are totally finished yet. I want to
turn them into a mobile. and title it: Falling leaves.

The embroidery shows through to the other side, so I'm
thinking that I'll slap a piece of felt on the other side. Maybe
I will make the felt of a different color. Green, or other
fall colors.

Friday, October 16, 2009

How It Used to Happen

Three rings and it's my dad's voice
Sounds confused
Wisconsin childhood
Still getting used to technology
I called to see how you guys were
Ended up telling you how I am

When I was little and we'd go sledding
You'd get so cold
You'd never feel warm

I really meant to call and see how you guys are doing
The garden
What about the cows
and the stray dog
are we keeping her around

Do you want to talk to your mother?
Want, need, either way
it's a yes

I remember my scabbed up knees
mom would ask me what happened
I don't know
I don't know whats wrong mom
I've been upset lately
Is everything okay?
Yeah I probably just scraped it on the fence
when I was helping dad with the cows
Are you okay
I don't know

I just can't get warm
like how it used to happen
I don't know how I got to feel this way

I love you
I know
I love you too
I've got to go
Three rings and it's dad
Thirty minutes, dripping nose and puffy eyes: Bye mom

Thursday, October 15, 2009


Crafted by Yours Truly

Earlier today I was thinking about Halloween. First of all, it's really a waste of our time. The list of problems with Halloween are endless. I was thinking about bobbing for apples: Fall is the time that the weather is changing and people are getting sick. Why? Why, would I stick my mouth into a bucket of water and swish my saliva around with other peoples? Literally drinking your spit. I'm not really interested in that. Also where I come from the month of October is officially winter. There is no way to look cool with your costume over your snow suit. Children in my neck of the woods seem to adapt every princess, and evil witch costume to the obese version. So I don't like Halloween. Yes, candy is good. But contrary to my earlier beliefs, it's not free candy. It's not free because you have to invest all of this, time, wealth, and creative imagination into making a great costume. Even with this over whelming evidence that Halloween sucks, I seem to be unable to stop thinking about what I want to dress up as. I have two thoughts: Both are border line politically incorrect. 1. Michelle Obama 2. (this is a partner costume) The twin towers.*

*This idea was directly inspired by my sister, which is another way of saying, "politically incorrect".

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


When I was home this weekend I did a simple sewing project. I made a dress. A children's dress. The pattern was easy to follow. The seams were easy to sew, the whole process was understated. I added green piping to the dress. It was made of cotton sporting a light fluffy pattern of twined-flowers. This process seemed dreamy and satisfying. But then I tried to give the dress to my sweet niece. She's four years old and adorable. When I gave her the dress, she thanked me. But I could tell that she was never going to wear it. I was slightly offended, I had worked on this piece with her in mind, and she didn't even like it. She told me that she might wear it as a dress up, or put it away with her fancy clothes, but that she liked clothes that clung to your body. First I laughed at what has come of our society. And then I thought about how I'm going to have to modify every one of my designs so that they can cling.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Back on the Ranch

My home is in the middle of no where. Really, it's the kind of place that you cannot find on the map. I was born and raised there. Born at home with a midwife. I was born in the morning as the sun was raising. I was born with my eyes closed and I began to nurse immediately. I had a childhood that was fraught with imaginative play and homeschooling. There was a time in my life when I hated the monotony of living away from civilization. There were times when the last thing that I wanted to do was pick peppers and plant seeds. But now when I return home I realize the full extent of how incredible my home is. A list of things that I love:
1. Food from the land
2. Grandchildren
3. Humor
4. Euchre
5. Hanging laundry in the winter
6. Wood heat
7. The seven Spicer kids
8. My parents
9. The garden
10. Jersey Cows

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


Each day you use the same grease covered tea kettle and one day you realize that it is disgusting. So you try and change it. If you've been listening, we've learned a lot about change from our president this year. We've learned that change comes slowly, it doesn't happen over night. So in the mean time we hope and thats what gets us through. Jessie Jackson told us to "keep hope alive" and thats really all that we can do. Wait with hope in our hearts for the change our mind wants. But I think that our president is wrong, change can come over night. You go to sleep and it's bleak and grey, in the morning you wake to the white blanket of snow. Who says bigger is better, small change causes as much as big changes. Like your newly shinning tea kettle.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Last Years Photography

For The First Time

I've never Blogged before, but I have done quite a bit of journaling in my time. So I figure that blogging and journaling are along the same lines. One key difference is that the world can read my blog. The purpose of this blog is only for me. I'm not going to kid myself and think that my blog will change other peoples lives. But when I'm older, more mature, different, experienced, more educated, I will learn so much about who I was at 16. It could give me great insight, or maybe I'll just see how far I've come (or how far I have regressed.) Or my poor children may stumble upon this and wish that the internet was never created.
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