Monday, July 13, 2009

Wild mustard and rescued hostas and small but vital stuff





Pictures today are of wild mustard, which hitched a ride into the garden with some iris I was given, and is outliving the iris nicely, and there are rescued hosta, found tossed away, and brought home, fed, cleaned and happy now. Along with a spathiphyllum, peace lily, on the patio in that nice reading corner, found IN the dumpster years ago, and now happily residing chez Adams, and blooming multiple times every year.

It's not just animals we rescue around here! other dumpster finds, these from yesterday: cut glass bud vase in original box, miniature rocking chair, now housing three miniature dolls of mine, a miniature collection of three! two wonderful unread meditative books about knitting, several very good trivets, trivets being things I need but never get around to acquiring, and a set of stacking canisters, each compartment with the original, sealed teabags, coffee, cocoa, and capuccino. Quite a haul! and now the pressure is on again to shed other things that aren't as useful to us.

Speaking of rescuing, here are a couple of accordion jokes that really should have been left at the dumpster:

Joke One: Welcome to Heaven, here's your harp. Welcome to Hell, here's your accordion.

Joke Two: Man visits friend in fifth floor walkup in New York, leaving accordion in car on the street. Friend says aghast, you never left your accordion in an unlocked car, in THIS neighborhood? Well, yes. Go immediately, lock the car. Visitor hotfoots it down all five flights in a mad rush, runs to the car. Too late. He gazes into the back seat in horror. There on the back seat sits another accordion....

Good ideas afoot as well as terrible jokes. The tapestry is almost finished, and will appear here in due course, complete with areas of my hand prepared and spun yarn, my donated lovely roving spun, and various donated fibers. I'm planning on cutting up an ancient sheepskin coat of HP's to make a sheepskin backrest for his chair and ss legrests, too to save his skin. Always an issue with paralysis, to avoid a lot of pressure on the skin, but sheepskin ought to work.

And I am planning to turn a couple of tshirts HS designed years ago and gave me, and which have been neatly folded on a shelf for ages, into pillows, thereby saving the design, enjoying it and having some use of it. I might use some of my cleaned fleece for stuffing, too.

All this is happening in the ten spare minutes a day I have.

Ending with a question: why is it that when I try to type yarn it comes out first as yearn? is this a Freudian thing or just a typo?

Sheep seem to have got into our lives around here in a big way....

3 comments:

dogonart said...

Love your blog Liz. I feel as though I'm on a personal visit and wishing you were here to tell me the proper names of my "wild" flowers. Envy your dumpster diving...we don't have anything similar here, just yard sales which consist mainly of nasty plastic toys and stuff of that nature, although it may be that I don't have your seeing eye. The sheepskin is excellent for relieving pressure and I suppose you already know about using rubbing alcohol. Mentioning, just in case. I know, I know, bossy big sister.

Gabriella said...

Hi Liz. Wanted to mention that I do finally have a blog, though it's a neighborhood blog about my hood in SF: http://www.examiner.com/x-13200-Bernal-Heights-Examiner

I did a post yesterday about a coyote on Bernal Hill that you might like.

Following your journey... enjoying your posts.

Gabriella

Sparky2 said...

Bwahahahahaha!!! You always manage to make me laugh, Liz!

I'm such a fan of dumpster diving ... and Goodwill/Thrift shops ... and my daughters introduced me a few years ago to the amazing 99Cent stores; I'm hooked. You really made a haul on that dive of yours!

Good ideas about the sheepskin padding for pressure relief! And the pillows, too. I've got several old denim shirts that I did a ton of crewel work on back in the '70s - lots of peace signs, flower power, hippy-dippy stuff that makes its way back over and over. I'm thinking my grandaughters would love pillows made from them ...