Ode to Art

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My mother bid Art into my life as she prayed over her ‘babe in womb’—“if the child is a girl let her sing”—then sang excerpts of her favorite arias for my lullabies that wove a musical cloth into my bunting. … Continue reading

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The Defining Moment

I am often asked, “When did you start singing?” The answer depends on what you might believe to be most accurate. My mother tells me that when she was pregnant with me she prayed the baby would sing. After my birth, my mother sang arias from her favorite opera’s for my lullaby’s and my father sang country tunes to me after he returned home from serving in the US Navy during WWII. Continue reading

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So you want to make an Irish Crochet Tutorial Video–Redux

It’s possible this project is ABOVE my reach since the learning curve is a straight line up to MARZ, but the rhino principle is still in play!

Image from Zoo Atlanta

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So, you want to teach an Irish Crochet Workshop!

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Tatted Inspired Irish Crochet Angel

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July 4, 2022

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Queen Elizabeth II Jubilee

Absolutely irresistible! Continue reading

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Irish Crochet Stylized Tulip

I had been searching for a crochet tulip pattern for months…trying several styles, largely unsatisfactory

then I came across this photo and fell in love!

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Slava Ukraini

This illustration made a profound impression on me…

…and so I was moved to ‘loosely’ recreate it in crochet


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It’s Ok, It’s Ok, It’s Ok…

Some times a person happens along who makes an indelible impression. Jane Marczewski, AKA NIGHTBIRDE is such a person. Continue reading

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Magawa, Hero Rat

On the day he died, a friend texted me to ask if I could crochet her a ‘Magawa’ rat. Not being fond of those creatures, I was somewhat hesitant to agree to accept her request. I asked her to send me a photo, and then I asked her to check on Etsy to see if there was a pattern that would suit. She did both.

In the meanwhile, I did a bit of research to learn what it was about ‘Magawa’ that would compel her to want one.

Magawa, Hero Rat

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A New Day’s Lyric–Amanda Gorman


New Day’s Lyric by Amanda Gorman

May this be the day

We come together.

Mourning, we come to mend,

Withered, we come to weather,

Torn, we come to tend,

Battered, we come to better.

Tethered by this year of yearning,

We are learning

That though we weren’t ready for this,

We have been readied by it.

We steadily vow that no matter

How we are weighed down,

We must always pave a way forward.

This hope is our door, our portal.

Even if we never get back to normal,

Someday we can venture beyond it,

To leave the known and take the first steps.

So let us not return to what was normal,

But reach toward what is next.

What was cursed, we will cure.

What was plagued, we will prove pure.

Where we tend to argue, we will try to agree,

Those fortunes we forswore, now the future we foresee,

Where we weren’t aware, we’re now awake;

Those moments we missed

Are now these moments we make,

The moments we meet,

And our hearts, once all together beaten,

Now all together beat.

Come, look up with kindness yet,

For even solace can be sourced from sorrow.

We remember, not just for the sake of yesterday,

But to take on tomorrow.

We heed this old spirit,

In a new day’s lyric,

In our hearts, we hear it:

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne.

Be bold, sang Time this year,

Be bold, sang Time,

For when you honor yesterday,

Tomorrow ye will find.

Know what we’ve fought

Need not be forgotten nor for none.

It defines us, binds us as one,

Come over, join this day just begun.

For wherever we come together,

We will forever overcome

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