Pink Penguin pix



all images from the Pink Penguin

I am a sincere Japanophile and have been for most of my adult life– from Zen (which I briefly practiced but stopped because I felt like a phony during the group meditations) to wabi-sabi (my all-time favorite spiritual aesthetic concept) to Japanese package design to zakka to the food, architecture…even that Scarlett Johansson scene in Lost in Translation in which she wanders around from temple to cherry-blossom to eatery doing just about everything I’d like to do. read more

Valentines surprise


from Mer Mag

I was fairly excited to drop-off the big boy today at school because it is Valentine’s Day. He picked out some cute valentines cards at Target and he signed each one by himself. His classroom was all excitement with bustling mamas everywhere. Tables were covered with pink & red hearts and decorations. I asked where I should put our Valentines and the teacher instructed me to put my bag “over there on that table…with all the other bags.” Umm. What bag? We just have this tiny stack of two inch cards. Wait, weren’t we given a mandate to not bring candy? read more

Wonky Little Houses Pillows finished!





Hi. Here they are–my finished designs. I love the archetype of the little house and all that it might mean and stand-for as an icon. And then I just love birds. They are decoration for the ages. It seems that art history is filled with little birds…flitting about, bringing a bit of string…being birdies. When I was in art school, there was no insult more complete, no critique more insulting than to call something decorative. That would be like saying to someone’s face, “There is nothing in your heart or mind. You are a ninny and the work you make is meaningless.” Except that would be kind compared to calling something decorative. I could wield that knife-like critique with the rest of them. read more

Wonky Little Houses…almost finished



Hi! Here they are…almost finished! I just have to put on the piping/binding. Am so excited because they have been sitting in an unfinished state for months. I’ll be teaching a class on this Wonky Little House design (as a mini-quilt or pillow) this spring over here and I am publishing the pattern soon. My fabulous and wonderful dad swooped in over Thanksgiving and bought me a Bernina. He believes in me. Always has. In fact, he knows way more about fabrics and sewing and construction than I ever will- so he gets it. He totally gets why I needed a really good machine. And he is the best dad in the whole world. Want to go into business with me, Pops? I need a partner. We could sell pillows and puppets? read more

a birthday card for my mom



Tomorrow is my mom’s birthday. I’m not saying which one- but it is a biggie. I thought I’d blog her a birthday card because she is the only person I can count on to actually read my blog. That is what a mom does…a mom reads her 38-year-old daughter’s blog. At least, usually. And then sometimes she writes me little emails telling me how wonderful and talented I am. And whether that is true or not, it always feels good to read. Without my mom, the phone might not ring for days sometimes. I mean, I have a lot of friends…I do. But my mom is the only one who calls for no reason…as we are rushing out to school…as we are doing bathtime…all the time. And no matter how scrunched-up or snarky or sideways I get with her…she still loves me. read more

a day for dreams of peace

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, what are you doing for others?”
– Martin Luther King, Jr.


I feel so joyful about celebrating Martin Luther King, Jr. day. I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. The high school I attended was white, white, white as far as the eye could see. Many local schools celebrated MLK day. Ours did not. It enraged me. I thought it undeniably racist to not celebrate such an important day in a community with a history so closely tied to the civil rights movement…in a city of water canons spraying people…in a city of police dogs…in a city of the 16th Street Baptist Church bombings… and those four girls. I was incensed. I led a sit-in in my high school thinking I could do something to change the injustice I saw. It was the late eighties…not a particularly protest-y moment in time. A lot of kids sat with me…until the bell rang. Most got up and went to class. The principal walked by my tiny group hitting his wooden paddle against his thigh- letting us know what to expect if we stayed there. That was all. It petered out. It was over. But we all have a tiny voice. Martin Luther King, Jr’s voice was resounding and is still being heard today. I told my four year old about MLK today. My husband tried to hush me…to protect our son from what he didn’t need to know. But I think he needs to know that people look different from each other and we sound different from each other and we think differently from one another and we come from different places, but we all have blood in our veins and hopes in our beating hearts…hearts which can be full of love and light and peace, if we so choose. And we can celebrate the differences we see in each other and be curious about them instead of afraid. We can ask our friends about their cultural heritages so we can know them better. These are the same lessons we try to teach pre-schoolers on the playground and yet, we adults still need the reminder, don’t we? Enjoy this day. Every day should be MLK day, shouldn’t it? read more