Author: Jodi Green

safety in the artroom

Things I just spilled this very large jar of walnut ink on:

-the work table

-the studio floor 

-a sketchbook 

-sheets of paper and bookbinding tools not yet cleared away from last night’s class 

-my leggings, which means my leg is going to be dyed brown by the time I get home 

Let this be a lesson to you: don’t keep your extremely stainey inks in these ridiculous topheavy flip-top sealer jars.

a better look at socks!

Here’s how that new top-down sock (on the right) compares to the old toe-up one (on the left). The toe-up design is a tube with a heel added in, with no increases for the instep. It means a lot of tightness across the arch, and pulling against the sides of the heel. Just look at how that eyelet stretches open! Ugh.
In comparison, on the right, we have a heel flap that cradles the heel, a lovely sloped instep fitted to the foot, and no straining or stretching in the eyelet pattern. The lesson I’ve learned here is that the first sock pattern I ever learned, which was also the first thing I ever knitted, is the best sock pattern (for me). I won’t be straying again.

high fidelity 

I found this great drawing in those old 1970s encyclopaedias I was cutting up. It’s pretty close to our vision for the built-in music shelving we’re planning for our living room. Except that instead of this luxuriously spacious modern room, we’ll be shelving up an entire wall of a tiny 1911 cheapo Sears house living room. Also, our shelves will be filled mostly with records.
Which records? Why, these ones.

haunts

Easter weekend, 2016, a collection of accidental photos that ended up on my phone while we were walking around the sad remains of the industrial park of my hometown. The military sized airport now houses a company that outfits luxury private jets for Qatari billionaires. The buildings of the former agricultural college still sit empty, although rumour has it a new buyer plans to convert the main building into a cinema complex and some kind of long term care facility. I’ll believe it when I see it.