For Art

I recently read from Carina at Häkelmonster about a project called #100WomenProject. I’ll give you the explanation of the project from that page:

The goal for this project is for at least 100 women to crochet one or more of these wisteria vines and submit them for display in an installation that will be shown in an exhibition that opens on May 1 at Lovebomb in Richmond, VA, USA. The aim of this project is to showcase the strength and individuality of the women who participate. That is why the color of yarn and length of the vine are left to the discretion of the participants. Each woman will also submit an index card with their name and hometown on it and the cards will be compiled in a book that will be displayed alongside the installation.

This project is the capstone piece of the artist, Amy Reader’s, time as an undergraduate student and is a part of her Honors Thesis Exhibition at the University of Richmond.

I think the craziest part of all of this is that I have contributed to an art project across the country, that I found out about from someone who doesn’t even live in the same country. It’s amazing how interconnected we all are on the Internet.

If you want to contribute a vine (or a noodle, as my friend who teaches the kids’ swim classes called it), you have until next Friday (April 10) to get them into the mail. These take almost no time at all to finish. I learned about it last Friday-ish and got both into the mail yesterday morning. There is a crochet pattern and a knit pattern, so you have options for however you want to make it.

Gutting Pumpkins

For some reason, the pumpkins that got carved on Sunday rotted by Wednesday. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that happen. But, to help the five-year-old feel better, we carved a new one today. The one that rotted was Good Cop/ Bad Cop from The Lego Movie, so we replaced him with Lord Business.

I was in charge of scooping the insides out. I think that might actually be my favorite part of carving the pumpkin. Except this pumpkin had a non-existent stem to pull the lid off with.

Luckily this house is full of wine bottles and cork screws. Best makeshift stem ever. And of course we had to cook his guts once they were removed.

And we ate them all within the afternoon. While those cooked, the five-year-old “helped” me carve the face. As in he held the knife while I actually did the cutting. But he tried to do it on his own a couple times. That’s just a really difficult (and dangerous!) thing for him to do on his own.

In the end, we have Lord Business as he was falling into the pit. That happened in the movie, right? I’ve seen the blasted thing at least five times and can barely remember anything past Milhouse and quoting Batman’s “I only work in black. And sometimes very, very dark grey.”

Happy Halloween, Everybody!

Old Is New Again

This bike started with the godparents’ oldest boy, then was handed down to the now-five-year-old who never really used it, and now has been passed to the just-yesterday-turned-two-year-old. It needed some love. So I took it apart,

cleaned it up and gave it a nice coat of paint. Not to mention de-rusted the bolts. Some of those things were so rusted I couldn’t budge them without about half a can of WD-40. (Well, the generic version of it from Ace Hardware.)

Anyway, I asked the birthday boy what colors to paint it. His response was “lellow” and “geen”, so here’s what it looks like now:

New, fluffy seat covered with weatherproofed cotton, clean bolts and sealed paint. Much more fun to get excited about riding than the old one.