View from the stork's nest

Storks are amazing ... they make some crazy big nests in some super strange and awkward places.
Check it -- link
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Image courtesy gari.baldi

Blatant re-blog -- WORTH IT

After a poignant conversation over lunch today with my transatlantic friend and quilt scholar Sue Marks, (scroll down on that link) -- wherein I shared the distinct lack of respect I feel from traditional art media, and she declared the distinct lack of relevant criticism among contemporary quilt artists (I concur), --this exhibition including the legendary Judy Chicago, and focusing on her legacy magically appeared on microrevolt. Serendipity? Perhaps ... or evidence of my connections in the fiber universe?

Toothless

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Originally uploaded by swearinglibrarian

L. lost his first tooth. Unbelievable. It's the tooth he was born with, the milk tooth, very rare, very special. I feel old.

Pole Bean the Chicken

Pole Bean the Chicken
Originally uploaded by blindbeth67

Spring is in the air, and I am thinking about chicks. I watched this super-awesome PBS documentary The Natural History of the Chicken.
You should watch it, and then go to the Orscheln and get some chickies.

Shaun the sheep

I'm trying so hard not to re-blog, and I'm not really sure why, because it's totally 2.0 ... Hmm, I'll think about that one.

Anyway, this was too good not to share. My internet friend over at Weavezine recorded what can only be described as fantastic pre-Ides of March storm coverage including sheep, scissors, shivering, and sweaters. How's that for illiteration?

Image thanks to flickr user Marteinn Brynjólfur

PS. For all your sheepy claymation needs ...

The cat's on the counter and I lost the spoon ...

little man's poopin' and the dog's gotta too ...

So, at Casa Graham, we like to make up songs for any occasion. We sing about chickens, and our pets, and how we wish we had some chickens for pets. And speaking of that ... there are these two ladies who do all sorts of crafties and cookin' and such, including raising chickens (!) in town (!!) But I must say, my most-favoritest-and-my-best love of this blog is the dilligent record of fails. So great -- I love it! No one is perfect, although she comes close.

But back to the songs ... and the title of this post. The house is a complete disaster area. I mean, you cannot walk without impaling your foot on a bionicle or miniature knight or dragon. And that's just the kids' mess. I count seven, SEVEN, miscellaneous balls of semi-tangly yarn, within two feet of my bod on the couch. My mother would be horrified. But let me tell you something about a clean house ... it's for suckers. And THIS is a bunch of crap, I just can't get past the mental image of a teeth-clenched June Cleaver scrubbing floors in a twinset and heels. People, I got a life to live, and I ain't gonna spend it cleaning house! (And I think Dolly would agree.)

Breakfast of champions

I made some delicious granola from this book. Then I made granola bread from this book, and look! Doesn't it look delicious? I ate it with jam, and peanut butter, and butter, and ...