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indoor track & field


I have a lot of Dad in my makeup but I was never a track star. And then there were my grandfathers, who ran on athletic scholarship against the likes of Jessie Owens. But I ran without much mojo one season in grade school before deciding to just stick to ballet and pirouette clearly within the boundaries of my own security.

Last August we visited home and Dad hung with the boys quite a bit. It was raining most of the time and I came home one day, sopping wet, to find them watching the decathlon and practicing the high jump onto the sofa. Dad had them both in perfect form, something I couldn’t have taught, and they boys were totally into it, spring-loading themselves in playful arcs across the living room. It was awesome.

I can’t tell you how to perform the proper pole vault, but Ford had his own method and was in the zone already when I arrived on the scene yesterday. I gave him a few pointers but decided ultimately to just let him figure out what worked best for him. I sat on the floor and watched him in my amazement, deciding that, at least in spirit, we may have another hopeful athlete in the family.

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Reliving fossils



You can’t relocate a basket of forgotten plastic dinosaurs in this house without a notice by the boys. I spent Sunday rearranging half the house in anticipation of Dwight’s return next week. Gone are the piles of books, the boys walking upon bookpiles, the books stacked upon every available surface. Now, we have bookshelves insulating the walls, thick with knowledge and already collecting dust. But now you can see the dinosaurs. And here they are, living the plastic dinosaur dream, moments before asteroid touchdown.

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I finished the king quilt

Folded on the back of a chair in the studio, this quilt has sadly watched me come and go through several creative phases, none of which included quilting. But with the rising temperatures, it’s time to throw off the down and throw on the lightweight cotton.

It’s made from thrifted fabric I found in Austin, Merrimekko prints and monoprints made last year.

After a quick, sweaty run and breakfast, we’re off to spend the day in San Francisco, where we can stay cool ride bikes. Here’s Chas, who just woke up. That means I need to hurry up and get out the door.

Happy morning! I’ll post better pictures later, when the light is coming into the room.