Sunday, July 03, 2016

Do you remember your first time?

your first ride down the block on a bike without training wheels
the first meal you cooked in your own apartment
signing the mortgage on your first home
planting the first garden in your first home
your first beer
receiving your first pay check
your first time behind the wheel without your dad sitting next to you
your first road trip with friends

remember that feeling? Yeah, awesome....choir of angels awesome. 

Today, I experienced the mother of all firsts....

sticking a fork in the earth and finding



a potato.


Yeah, I know.  Just like all the other firsts in one's life (except for maybe one, that I can think of) the experience has diminishing returns the more you do it.  But for today, I'm going to bask in the afterglow.




Tuesday, June 07, 2016

So I was just sitting there in my studio today working away on a painting and thinking, "Dang, I wish I had something to blog about, " when....





a tank rolled past my door.  A tank followed by two half naked men.


'Ask and Ye Shall Receive!'  

but

'be careful of what you wish for'

Saturday, May 07, 2016

Updates

Sometimes I mention things to you guys and then just leave you hanging there with no follow up. 

I know you've all wondering about our potatoes


As far as the eye can see...potatoes

 Wanna see them again....
ahhhh, potatoes.

Maybe you all have been up at night wondering if we got our tomatoes in. Yep.  Sure did.  All 60 plants ALREADY with trellises!



Any of you guys been obsessing about what David's put in the upcycled garden beds? Cornwell strawberry patch, baby!


 And it can't just be Mila who is dying to know if I've finished the just-like-Mila's shawl.  Yep.  AND the long-teal-jacket-that-needs-a-better-name


Given that I only seem to finish things when I've mentioned them here and therefore feel obliged to follow through, I'd like to tell you guys about my plans for restaining our doors.....


Thursday, April 28, 2016

recycling

or up-cycling or re-purposing, reusing, reclaiming, recovering, rescuing, salvaging, or taking-some-piece-of-shit-you-find-lying-around-and-doing-something-else-with-it....whatever you want to call it, I LOVE IT.  As was recently pointed out in an article sent to me by my brother-in-law, artists and poor people have been doing this for all of time.  And it's genius.

Now I'm not talking here about getting your empty wine bottles into the right bin.  That also is a good idea, but that's not what turns my crank.  I like this kind of recycling....

Yep, that's an old bed frame made into a fence.  I might have complained about those in the past since our neighbors have them everywhere but now, I get it.  I find them beautiful in their simplicity, practicality, and they're easy on the pocket book.  Isn't that better than, say, this purchased fencing


I think so. 

This re-purposed material fence might have passed that line between brilliant reuse and squalor....


But that's probably the fault of the reuser not the reused.

Some more good salvaging....


those frames that I saved from the neighbor's pyre which David will soon make into raised garden beds. 

I came home the other day to find this on the side of our house....

Yeah, looks like a pile of rocks because that's what it is....NOW.  But just wait.  Guess what we've got going on here


Yep.  David and our friends Franco and Gino are making us a grill from stuff we've got just lying around every where. That's awesome.

Why buy pots when....



you have loads of empty wine boxes?  Yep!  Upcycling.

And the best recovery yet....



GRANDMA'S OREGANO!!!!!  It's sprouted.





Sunday, April 24, 2016

Good Morning from Italy....




It's a long weekend.  Tomorrow is Liberation Day.  I love Liberation Day, it always feels so, well, liberating.

Some blogging friends have organized a virtual craft and reading circle day.  We participants are, well, virtually crafting and reading together (real crafting and real reading, virtually together).  Awesome.  So I will be posting regularly throughout the day as will these folks:

Oh my god.  What am I doing inside right now!


Ahhh, that's better.  More later, friends.


Midday Update....

Seems at though the weather is fully on board with my plans to read and craft today.  Just after this**

came these



and a piss down of rain.  Perfect.  No guilt about staying inside to knit instead of weeding this



Nope. No weeding.  Just dodging rain drops, grabbing some mint, making some tea (grandma's tea cup....nothing but the best for my virtual friends),


and back to the couch to cast on the front....



In case anyone is wondering, I'm working on this sweater.


It comes from one of the first knitting books I ever bought.




I've made this sweater once or twice before....


more later.....

**thanks to David for that photo.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Made in Maberga






 David and Franco are making some potatoes....



Can you imagine how many potatoes will come from that plot?  Me neither.



Q made a new friend....



 The fig tree made butterflies, which of course are really leaves....



 I've made a couple of spring jackets (see!  I do actually knit, and sometimes even mention it here on this knitting blog).....


 Below is a grannysquare jacket I made while sitting with Ruffino in his last couple weeks.  It's just like him -- big and white, cozy and soft, and just a little bit over the top. I love it.

 (this picture also shows the mirror I made our of our front door)

We're making some corn!  Knee high by the 4th of July my ass!  I think we'll be EATING that on Independence Day.


 And some tomatoes.....



The patio made a lot of color.




 The grape vines are making grapes.



David is making bread, just a little.



 I've been making some painting sketches





 And remember the knitting needles I harvested from the olive trees?  Yep...they work like a charm for making a shawl....



These extra large needles are waiting for a project.


And they'll have to wait because tonight I'm making Mila's shawl.  (Thanks, Mila!  I love this pattern and the yarn! I'm not going to bed tonight until it's done!)


Made in Maberga.









Monday, April 04, 2016

Ever have your electric transformer explode?  Yeah, me neither.  Till last week.

It went like this....

DOO DOOO DO DOOO DI (that's my phone getting a text)

new message from David: "is your car covered in oil this morning? mine is" (He was in SanRemo.  We don't usually text each other when we're both in the house.  That's what skype is for)

respond: "no. but I did notice that the electrical pylon in our car park is dripping."

respond: "WHAT? That's totally dangerous!  Call ENEL now!"

I won't go into the frustrating farcical fucking phone calls I wasted a day making to our electric company, resulting in never reaching ONE real person, because it will just get me worked up again.  Let's just say that the automated service didn't like my accent when I was trying to say our account number so it hung up on me.....EVERY TIME.

A day passes in which
1. we have no visit from the electric company.  not a surprise, they don't know we have a problem.
2. no more dripping from the transformer.  It must have run out of this toxic oil it was leaking.
3. David and I call everyone and anyone we know who might know someone who works at ENEL to try to get some help.

Then, the next day, David is driving into town and sees 4 ENEL trucks parked at the bar - FOUR.  How about that for some luck!

That afternoon a couple young guys from the electric company come up to check out the situation.  They assured me that there were no PCBs in that oil that leaked (David had been doing some heavy-duty research on what exactly drips out of a transformer) and they didn't assure me that anyone would be coming up soon to fix it.

me:  "Well, if that oil was in the transformer, which we know it was because it leaked out, can't we assume that was in there for a reason and now it's not in there because it's all over my husband's car?  Is this dangerous to have a transformer that close to the house without oil in it?"

ENEL guys: "naw.  the worst that will happen is that you'll lose electricity."

me: "hmmm?  and then?"

ENEL:  "call us."

At which point the two guys and I had a slight disagreement about the urgency of getting that transformer fixed. They thought sometime within the week would be doable.  I said today is a good day. We all did agree however that the phone service for ENEL sucks and the likelihood of my reaching a person if we lose power, is very slight.

That afternoon this happened (right after we lost power).  They came back the SAME day, and I didn't even have to call!


Down with the old....





And up with the new...

The next day a couple guys came to do contamination control which resulted in them digging up all the dirt where the exploded transformer's oil sprayed. 

This has left me with a couple of questions....


 1. if they are so worried about damage that transformer oil did to our dirt in the place where we park our cars, should we be more worried about David's car which was covered with the stuff?  Or perhaps that big blue plastic container which contains our WATER?


2.  How long do you think this is going to be cordoned off?