Steatopygous female figure
I’m catching up on my Encyclopedia of Me entries: it’s time for “U.”
Urn-Burial is a section of the title of an extended essay by Sir Thomas Browne: Hydriotaphia, Urn-Burial, or a Discourse of the Sepulchral Urns Lately Found in Norfolk (1658), which takes the occasion of an archaelogical discovery to consider the nature of [...]
Archive for August, 2007
U is for Urn-Burial, Uxorious, and Underhill
Posted in encyclopedia of me on August 22, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Owls and Orreries
Posted in encyclopedia of me on August 21, 2007 | 2 Comments »
The barn owl (Tyto Alba) is my favorite bird. The owl was sacred to bright-eyed Athena, and its name in Greek, Υλαυ´ξ, glaux, also refers to the brightness of its eyes. Although there are many debased images of owls–remember those terrifying and ubiquitous macramé things with the frayed and fluffed acrylic yarn surrounding wooden bead eyes?–they retain [...]
L’Amour, L’Amour . . .
Posted in cupcakes, home, recipes on August 21, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Little Sunshine and Tuxedo Boy and I decorated these cupcakes last night at 10:00 p.m.–we’re making the most of the few days of summer vacation left to us by staying up late making delicious treats, watching ”The Women,” and doing our Bollywood dance tape together . . .
Tonight, though, we’re going to go whole hog: we’re watching [...]
My Back Yard
Posted in Idaho, food, home, recipes on August 20, 2007 | 4 Comments »
I know this is a giant picture, but I wanted you to see how beautiful it is here at harvest time. Summer is drawing in . . . university classes started today, and the kids are back to school next week. The weather has turned chilly and damp, although it’s bound to heat up again [...]
Blackberry Cobbler
Posted in food, recipes on August 19, 2007 | 1 Comment »
This is blackberry cobbler, made with our own blackberries picked by Tuxedo Boy and Papa this morning in a light summer rain. The topping is drop biscuit dough (regular biscuit dough with extra milk) with a little turbinado sugar sprinkled over the top. Some of us poured cream over it. It was indescribably delicious. I wish you’d been here.
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Posted in food, recipes on August 17, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I’m in love with this image: the funky hairdo, the apron, the giant fish apparently nailed to the wall in preparation for the demonstration . . . I do wonder why her dining room is filled with Pick Up Sticks (that’s Spillikins for my transAtlantic reader). Nevertheless, it’s perfect for today’s conversation, which is about [...]
Bag Madness
Posted in Idaho, crafts on August 16, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Yet another bag; Little Sunshine is bemused by this outpouring of baggery. I also made, but failed to photograph, a fully reversible furoshiki style lunchbag for niece Supergirl, who moves out of her parents’ home and into her college dorm room tomorrow. Tomorrow! Poor Hoe and husband Handy Andy have that whipped dog look that goes with [...]
Another Craft Casualty . . .
Posted in crafts, disasters, home on August 12, 2007 | 3 Comments »
So here’s my new lampshade, as inspired by St. Martha. Yes, I saw the fabulous paper-lined lampshades in the March edition of MSL and decided I needed to do that, too. The table lamp next to Joan’s spot on the couch had a battered, dirty, and disreputable pleated shade that I’d hated in a vague, [...]
The Aloha bag
Posted in crafts, pirates on August 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Aloha bag Originally uploaded by melynda.huskey Here’s my latest bag–made with a wonderful aloha print which I have had kicking around for at least eight years, waiting for just the right project. Little Sunshine has claimed it as her own, and it suits her.
I’ll just call your attention to the yoyo with self-covered button [...]
Inscape, Implacable, and Ironing
Posted in encyclopedia of me on August 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Inscape is a marvelous word, uniting as it does Victorian poetry and late medieval neo-Platonism, two things I love. Inscape is Gerard Manley Hopkins’ word for a unique quality of particularity which dwells in every created object. Every thing–person, blade of grass, cupcake–has its own inscape, which expresses some element of the Transcendant which could not be expressed by [...]




