the housening: backyard edition

It took me all summer to complete this job I had expected to have finished by the end of May. It’s the only big job I managed to finish all summer. But just look at how pretty my shed is.

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When we went to look at rust paint colours, we assumed we’d be choosing from the traditional range: red, cyan, Tonka toy yellow, John Deere green. But we found out something very exciting: when you buy the Home Hardware store brand rust paint, you can have it tinted any colour. As in, any colour from the wall of paint chips for the regular paint. We were like kids in a candy shop.

Here’s how it looked in late June, with just the front and sides finished. That pasty non-colour on the door, with fake wood grain, is what the whole thing used to look like.

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The painting seemed to take forever, because due to all the bending and crouching involved (and my ageing body and bad back) I painted the shed one side at a time. Having to plan for, and wait for, adequate stretches of dry weather dragged the project well into fall. I started with the hard part, the narrow space between the shed and the fence, and nearly passed out in there from breathing the paint fumes in that hot, tight space. Fun!

I stand at this window every single day feeling pleased with myself, and enamoured with these colours. Please don’t look at my unhemmed curtains; that’s a winter job.

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Here it is in the first snowfall of the year:

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And the next day, with more snow. I grew up in a much snowier place than I live in now, and my family made fun of me when I sent them this picture.

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And here’s what it looks like now, a bright flash of colour in an otherwise bleak urban winter landscape, under what is, most years, about as much snow as we normally get here.

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We left a gap in the fence at the back of the shed, which faces onto our alleyside parking, so that the alley cats would still have their familiar back door into the yard. Right behind the rose of Sharon is a kitty-sized gap. There’s now a row of four baby roses of Sharon here to make the kitty door more private.

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2025 daily stitch, day 29

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I think I’ve decided how to make this project work for me over the upcoming year. I’ve been planning to start breaking up the longer chunks into small sections, adding just one section per day so that a single strip may represent a week or two rather than just one day. But while I love the look of long pieced strips in a big log cabin quilt, I’m also very much enjoying the rigid lines created by the folded edges of these applied strips, and don’t fancy the idea of those strips being broken up by folded edges crossing those strips.

30+ years ago when I was a wee baby art student in the Bealart programme (link: Bealart), majoring in printmaking and minoring in textiles, my textile instructor Nicole Crozier called me a “textilian in printmaker’s clothing”. When you see how much I’m currently condensing the footprint of the presses in my printmaking studio to make space for my natural dye operation you’ll probably agree. But still I’m a printmaker first, and we tend to work in multiples. I feel the best way to go forward with this project is to make a new block each month, but finish each off as a separate small quilt rather than waiting until the end of the year to assemble them into one large piece.

This project is about establishing and maintaining a daily practice, not so focused on what the final product will be, and so far this year I haven’t fallen behind once (in stark contrast to last year). I am a champion starter and not much of a finisher, and my projects tend to drag on, and on, and on. Stopping at the end of each month and taking the extra time to finish each block with backing and binding as I go will actually make the daily practice more valuable for me, a person always working on something but rarely finishing anything. And at the end of the year instead of one large quilt top needing to be quilted and finished, I’ll have twelve small finished works. And in 2026 I’ll be able to move on to the next Daily Stitch project with no loose ends.

This means only two more days’ worth of strips on this square and I’ll be ready to quilt it.

daily stitch 2025, day one

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This is the beginning of my 2025 daily stitch project.

I’ll admit it: I haven’t finished my 2024 daily stitch. I struggled with doing it every day, fell behind at several times during the year and at the end of the year, despite having many days off and very few plans, I did other things instead. I’m very close to completing it, though, and am on track to be ready to baste it up for quilting by next week, if I can settle on a fabric for the back.

For this year’s edition, I’m again focusing on applied fabric pieces, as my studio is overflowing with these fabrics I block printed for my masters thesis and other projects. I’ll start in the centre and spiral outward in a log cabin pattern. I’m aware that I’m setting myself up for larger and larger pieces each day, the daily time spent growing relentlessly over the year EVEN THOUGH I failed to keep up with just the same small amount of daily stitching last year. But this is Day One so I’m brimming with optimism. It’s going to be a year of COMMIT or DIE TRYING.

hello shorty

a black squirrel with a short tail creeping towards the leg of a white woman, in the foreground, on which is a tattoo of two squirrels and a cherry branch.

This wonderful tattoo of my two short tailed squirrel friends, Shorty and Stubby Jr., was done for me earlier this year by the amazing Suzie Woodward (instagram link: Suzie Woodward tattoos). We finished up in late July and I spent the next month sitting on the concrete front steps in my jean shorts, nuts in one hand and phone in the other, waiting for Shorty to visit so I could try to get a photo of her next to her portrait. I got loads of photos, because Shorty is comfortable enough to take nuts straight out of my hand, but sadly she’s not very photogenic so this one is the best. Please ignore her embarrassing bald spot; Shorty is at least three years old, a pretty advanced age for an urban squirrel. She has enjoyed life and it shows.

Unfortunately I don’t think Stubby Jr. lives in our neighbourhood anymore; also pushing three, she showed up for the last time in May, about a week after we had finished the outline on this piece. That was the first time that both Shorty and Stubby visited me on the front porch at the same time and both accepted nuts (Stubby only from a distance, Shorty right up in my face as usual).

Here’s a photo of the two of them together at the backyard buffet, taken in August 2021 when they were young and bald-spot-free and our cherry tree, around which they’re chasing each other in their tattoo portrait, was also young and still needed a rope in case it toppled.

view of a backyard with flagstone patio in the foreground, steel vegetable beds in the background, and a young cherry tree in the middle with a bird feeder and two black squirrels.

And here’s Shorty last summer, viewed out the dining room window, demolishing a sunflower that, admittedly, she probably planted there herself.

a black squirrel sitting on a sunflower head, eating seeds, while suspended over a flagstone patio viewed from above.

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This is finally getting somewhere. On Sunday I did a bit of digging at the corner of the porch and sifted a hideous amount of rocks, most white marble chips (thanks, previous owners) out of the soil, threw in a few handfuls of tulip bulbs and then planted those hostas (hand-me-downs from Peter’s grandparents via his mother’s front yard, and having languished in an overgrown jungle corner of our backyard since we relocated them to put the new porch in). Then I stood up, exhausted, and loudly declared myself done working for the day.
And then I made this flagstone path! Because I overdo things. And it looks good and is worth the stiff back. I keep walking out of my way all the way around the house on arriving home from the studio just so I can happen upon it from around the corner like this and admire it and bask in my self satisfaction.