Friday, August 10, 2007

In Which Our Heroine Goes A Bit Overboard With A Theme

So in a fit of maudlin and macabre madness today I decided to sit down and make a list of all the things I 've been meaning to do that I'd better hurry up and do now, before my right hand is amputated. Just in case this turns out to be thumb cancer. You know, stuff like join a bowling league, perform brain surgery, learn to play bagpipes.

It was a depressingly long list, but the good news is: I actually managed to accomplish one item, to finish it, to check it off, cross it out, say woo hoo. Yes! After living in my shack for what, two months now? I finally finished sewing my Frida curtains, out of the fabulous Alexander Henry print fabric that's called "Frida's Garden."


Close-up: Frida with her parrots and monkeys and tropical plants


With her paint brushes and icons and oh my god, are those Stapelias? Ewwww!!


A festive backdrop for the newly recovered loveseat.


And yes, we have an unfortunate case of Frida home decor mania run amok: those are Frida throw pillows. Great Roomba, enough already!

10 Comments:

Blogger momo said...

Superman looks like an odalisque in a Matisse painting!
Seriously, I love the Frida fabric. There is going to be a big Frida show at the Walker Art Center, then it goes to Philly and ends up in SF.

Best Frida website I've found is http://www.fridakahlo.it/

Does warmth help your hand feel better?

1:31 AM  
Blogger Professor Zero said...

C'est fun!

8:08 AM  
Blogger Rev BDL said...

You could also try to become an adept at Rock, paper, scissors?

You know what they say:

Before amputation/enlightenment:
Rock, paper, scissors.

After amputation/enlightenment:
Rock, paper, scissors.

Jeez, I hope you find that funny in the grim-funny-that's-what-we-dine-on-now kind of way. Just delete it if you don't.

9:11 AM  
Blogger gennimcmahon said...

I *love* the Frida fabric, and have currently purchased around 25 yards of it for the purse making business, even though that meant going into hock for it. Is that how you spell "hock" as in "I hocked my guitar at the pawn shop"? I'm thinking that's not how it's spelled. SIGH.

But, seriously, that is the best Frida fabric ever produced. Excellent choice.

9:24 AM  
Blogger BeckelyBeck said...

Beeeyooooteeeefulll!!
I was going to suggest Frida skirts for the girls next, but then I realized that's probably already on the list.

10:27 AM  
Blogger schatze said...

That Doberman throw pillow is too big for your setee. But it works.

10:33 AM  
Blogger Annie in Austin said...

The Frida stuff is very cool - do you ever play the movie soundtrack?

Lymphopo, please look at this flower and see if it looks like one from the fabric - Desert Rose. I've seen some where the long, waving stems have a similar electrical conduit look.

Annie at the Transplantable Rose

9:18 PM  
Blogger Ron Sullivan said...

Nah, stapelias don't have leaves.

I heart my stapelia. When it blooms I just take it out and put it on the porch above Joe's sundews and Venus' flytrap and various sarracenias. Syndicalist household, that's what we strive for. Onward onward onward!

12:49 PM  
Blogger Lymphopo said...

I closed up the house and went away for the weekend once, and while I was gone the damn Stapelia opened up ahead of schedule. I swear I thought the cat had died! That was ten years ago and I've had a Stapelia phobia as well as a cat phobia ever since.

I don't think either Stapelias or Desert Roses are native to Mexico though, so it's probably just some star-shaped figment of A. Henry's imagination. On the other hand, now I feel a certain responibility to my readers to take a little road trip down to the Blue House and do some horticultural research. Maybe in the fall I will.

1:45 PM  
Blogger Ron Sullivan said...

I'm wondering what that was now, too, and am eagerly awaiting news dispatches from the frontier, whenever.

I did see feral stapelia all over the shingle just a few yards above high-tide line on one of the beaches on Oahu. The plants were wedged into the spaces between the natural "paving" of roughly fist-sized and larger rocks. I had a WTF moment and the tour guide said yes, that's what they were, and like damn near every other exotic thing there they're invasive. Don't know if they get around to blooming there.

(Natural history tours of Hawai'i -- aces, so far. Also, that one was small: four tourists in the morning, two in the afternoon, led by good conversationalists with broad knowledge.)

Guess you don't keep a jar of blachan in your pantry either then, huh?

12:57 PM  

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