Nothing like wearing a giant clog on your head to start up Sunday,
Nutkins listened to Grandpa’s stories with amazement.
The Problem with Plastic.
Single use plastic disturbs me. Throwing it away doesn’t feel right, even though its supposedly recycled.
I have periods where I obsessively keep my plastic food containers, saving them for a time when I can use them creatively, and thus ease my guilt. I wish we didn’t have to use it and had other options.
Consequently, I have a large amount of single-use plastic that once held the food I purchased. Plastic needs to be phased out and replaced with something kinder. I wonder if I will see the end of plastic in my lifetime?
But back on a lighter note, Hat 48 was a fun hat to make. I have always made play costumes for my kids and grandkids and I got quite into this space-character. A mixing of chocolate box jedhi warriour and Mork and Mindy.
A Soft Touch
Out of all the hats I have made I think this one is really brilliant. I love everything about it. It was made it over three weeks ago and has been waiting for the right time to be displayed.
Some hats fall into place just like that. This was one of them. In the midst of world-lack, the 20-year-old rubber gloves were being thrown out and it felt like sacrilege. I grabbed them out the bin and at the same time remembered the old Chinese coolie hat hanging in the winter garden. In an instant I saw the hat’s design and accompanying costume and the name fell into my head.
A Soft Touch. It was like a light bulb lit up. All the different nuances that went with the name, everything fitted perfectly, right down to the little coronavirus at the very top which you can’t see.
‘I am old and foolish and understand it not. The art of our necessities is strange that can make vile things precious’.William Shakespeare
Old King Lear rode by for a visit, puffed up his feathers and left.
More about the feathers tomorrow. They have their own story.
The Magic TV2 Hat / Forest Dancer
When the TV guys came to interview me they asked if I could make a hat. I quickly grabbed some stuff together and began to create one, not really knowing what I was doing.
My theme was pine cones as I had a lot of them. It was after they left that the real work began. The idea began to flow and it all fell into place.
As I use the natural materials I remember where I found them and this gives me a lot of sweet memories. The cones here are from France and Norway and the funny little nuts around the brim are from Hungary.
Here to serve and save nuts world wide.
Don’t you go messin’ with Mizz Lizzy.
I’ll be darned if it ain’t Mizz Lizzy down from the ranch. What’s she doin’ back in town?
I must not let the hats and all the praising go to my head. I remind myself daily amidst all internal conflicts that it is my duty to shine.
Thank you for shining with me.
This could also be called gratitude.
As my life moved on, it became more and more apparent I was part of a game.
The Enchanting Spin Doctor.
The ugly bug ball was full of surprises. Maybe she should have stayed at home and cleaned the pots. But it was too late now.
A piece of pink plastic
‘I’ve got a present for you’, he said excitedly, handing me a large wodge of grubby pink plastic used for wrapping hay bales in. ‘I found it by the side of the road, I am sure you can make something with it.’
Just another brick…
We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone
All in all it’s just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall
Undercover agent Dizzy Lizzy in disguise. Gardener’s Nightmare is a code name for an international operation. Don’t be deceived by those innocent looking flower pots…or those flowers..nothing is as it appears.
Finally, Esa Evans, that slug Hal gave me for Christmas some years ago has found a use!
The Ultimate Lie Detector
Detective Daniels on the case.
By the time I was 14 I had read every Agatha Christie book available. There was something about being a detective that grabbed me, following threads, always looking at double bluffs and observing the least suspected. I used to love trail finding in the brownies and girl guides, along with anything that had clues and signs. Probably having to be on guard constantly at home with a psychopathic stepmother set me off at an early age looking for signs and checking out the radar.
Recently a post came up showing a photo of the royals, William and Kate showing their first baby just after the birth, Kate, poor thing had been dressed by her wardrobe manager in an exact replica of the dress worn by Mia Farrow in the film Rosemary’s Baby. It got me thinking about Ira Levin author of the book. I was a keen fan of Levin and read all his books in my late teens which included The Boys from Brazil, The Stepford wives and best of all This Perfect Day. They were all thrilling reads, but it was This perfect Day that really stayed in my mind.
This Perfect Day is a science fiction novel, about a technocratic dystopia. It’s full of twists and turns, plots and counterplots, and funnily enough is quite current with our present story today, relating to all the different stories we are hearing about what is going on in the world of corona.
Detective Daniels googled Levin just to see what his background was, and saw that he served in the Army signal corps from 1953 to 1955. So I checked out the Army signal corps and discovered ….
The United States Army Signal Corps (USASC) is a division of the Department of the Army that creates and manages communications and information systems for the command and control of combined arms forces. Over its history, it had the initial responsibility for portfolios and new technologies that were eventually transferred to other U.S. government entities. Such responsibilities included military intelligence, weather forecasting, and aviation.
It seems that Ira Levin had the same sort of job as Chelsea Manning and I found that interesting.
I’m documenting my response to Covid-19 in a series of hats for a pandemic. From my safe and comfortable perspective in a remote house in Norway, I see fear and turbulence being expressed by all kinds of people on the internets. I’m channelling what I see now and what I’ve struggled to make sense of in the past, with moments of crazy, joy, sunlight and spring time. Our heads are all over the place, so I made hats for that.
Self care in a lockdown
If you are in a physical position to watch the sunrise, I urge you to try and make the effort to do it. Being there as the sun first shows its glorious rays is quite magic.
It is food for the soul. Having a cup of hot water, strange as that might sound is also very comforting. It’s a small free action to start our day, one that we can do for ourselves.