
Valentine’s Day has become so loaded with crazy that I decided last year to pull it back and make it more meaningful for me. I created a small edition of “smitten” cards and mailed them to women who had inspired me over the previous year. I’m working another smitten project for this year, though I’m a wee bit behind. I’ll share the results of my labour.
My challenge to you: it’s never too late to celebrate the women who inspire you. Buy (or craft) a few cards and make their day.
Silver metallic “starburst” with magenta and red type. I <3 Gocco.

Just popped my last pack of Polaroid Viva into the Zip. A gift from the ever fabulous Anne Bowermann, I’m taking the time to smell the chemistry of each photo. If it wasn’t so caustic, I’d dap in on my pulse points. There’s nothing like the aroma of Polaroid peel apart film.

For someone who used to almost break out in hives if I didn’t update my site daily, I’m not sure how it came to be that four months has passed since I last posted here on hchamp.com. It’s not like I haven’t been sharing bits and pieces. I upload photos to Flickr almost daily, blethered on Twitter with some regularity and most recently have fallen in love with Path. But the place that used to be my heart and soul online? Nada. It used to be that our home pages were the one place we had to express ourselves. Now, we’re torn hither and yon across the internet.
I do want to do a better job at documenting some of the projects that I’ve been working on. We’ll see how that works on.

• I’ve completed two more Roktho inspired Plant Pockets. On the left, Black on Grey, 1970. Half black and half grey? That was almost a gimme. Blackish Green Tone on Blue, 1957 (the link is a crappy reproduction, but will give you an idea) was a wee bit more difficult. I’m still trying to figure out how to render the image. Do I want to try and include the top bottom and sides of the painting, or simply reduce it to the bars of colour? On the right, you can see that I included the blue surround of the painting in the ties and stitches. While it might be somewhat more “correct”, it just looks messy to me. As with the pocket creation itself, I’ll work through a few more versions until I settle on what pleases me the most. It will be interesting to see how they all look when planted. I should find a place to hang them with small gallery information tags.

• Tonight’s the last of three crochet classes at Imagiknit in the Castro. While YouTube videos have been fabulous in filling in missing bits for my knitting, I couldn’t get the hang of crochet. I was somewhat worried that my left-handedness would prove to be my undoing, but the small class size and Judy, our fabulous instructor, has made the experience both rewarding and enjoyable. We’re making granny squares tonight, so please prepare yourself for granny squared round rocks at some point in the not too distant future.
• Derek and I published our Plant Pillow instructions over on Instructables and they were a featured project yesterday. Woot!
• I contributed to the Jocyln Museum’s Yarn Bomb Family Fun day. If I’m not mistaken, that’s my pink bit (herm, that doesn’t sound right) in the 2nd photo top left in the middle of the tree. I’m somewhat disappointed with the number of photos shared of the event, not to mention the fact that I’m linking to FB. I’d love to see more. People, document your events profusely and then over share (esp. if you’re asking for contributions). Everyone will want to see theirs.

Left: postcard of Rothko’s Untitled, 1967.
Once I made my way through the necessary high school fascination with the pre-raphaelites I fell into Rothko and never got up. I was thrilled to discover that my 5K “Random Roktho” entry, circa 2000 is still online.
I was able to knit the above with available yarn in my moderate stash and my homage to “Untitled (Black on Grey)” is almost done. There’s more to come thanks to a bit of an appalling online shopping binge for more “Rothko” colours. Onward!

The Plant Pillow is a slight variation on the open top Plant Pocket. In this version, the front and back are the same length with window where you’ll insert a few succulent cuttings.
WHAT YOU’LL NEED
LET’S START


This is the backside of the pillow.






Check out Derek’s post on Plantgasm for the next steps to complete your Plant Pillow.

I’m not sure if this is the first (and maybe the last) in a series of pockets inspired by art, but I’ve long been a fan of Robert Indiana’s LOVE painting and sculptures.
Here’s the original stitching chart for the text:

I’d initially worked out the text on a 20 x 24 grid, but found that there were only 18 usable stitches across, hence the arrow and small changes noted on the chart. The chart also calls for background colours that are more like the Indiana’s original painting, but given my recent adventures in intarsia, I decided to go an easier route for my initial adventure.
The yarn that I used was repurposed from a very ugly hat I’d made years ago when Claire first taught me to knit. It looks very much like Red Heart Super Saver Economy Yarn Banana Berry. LOVE was crafted with Red Heart Classic Cherry Red.
Once the body of the pocket was finished, the letters were created in duplicate stitch and then stitched over again with small horizontal stitches. I realized that the letters weren’t looking as strong as I wanted, so I added a second column of stitches to the stem and beaks of the “L” and the “E”. I also added added additional stitches to the left stem of the “O” and the “V”. Does that all make sense?
I think I’m going to try and create a second with the solid blue and green colour blocks. If you’d like to make your own “LOVE” plant pocket, you can find instructions for the pocket over here. Cast on 20 stitches for the width and the “front” portion of the pocket should be at least 24 rows.
Here’s the revised chart:


It was only a matter of time before crafting words on plant pockets became something I wanted to try. After a few online searches, intarsia seemed to be a likely candidate. Boy, was I wrong as I embarked on knitting well above my grade level. I’m still very much a novice and I found myself caught well into the weeds of tangled bobbins of colours and sloppy stitches.

After graphing out the design for each letter, I decided to begin with the “o” in “grow” — as set of four pockets that we’d like to hang on the fence that surrounds the Hayes Valley Farm. “O” seemed a good place to start being rather simple in form, well, simpler than the “r” or the “w”. After completing two of the pockets with intarsiain, I realized that they just weren’t working out the way that I wanted.

Intarsia detail on the letter “O”
Julie came to my rescue tweeting about duplicate stitching, and I completed the two remaining pockets this way. There were gaps between the duplicate stitches so I went over the black with additional black yarn. I think that the pockets themselves will be more robust — the intarsia pockets don’t feel like they have the same structural integrity as a pocket that’s knitted from one continuous string of yarn. It could be that my lack of knitting experience is more to blame and perhaps when I’m more experienced, I’ll try again.

Duplicate stitching detail on the letter “G”
In the end, I think the pockets will come together once planted. I can definitely see a difference in the knitting between the four. The “g” was knitted and stitched last, and it’s the winner.

Mission, Contax T3 / Kodak Portra 160VC.
Life list: At some point I’m going to ask “how much for everything” and buy the whole shebang. Be it these inflatey beasts or a balloon seller, I want to walk away with everything. I’m still thinking through what I’m going to do from that point all. This is somewhat similar to renting a full on rabbit suit and walking up and down Market Street on any day other than Easter or Halloween – July would be a good month.

Impossible Project PX 600 Silver Shade UV+ Black Frame (Poor Pod),
Polaroid SX-70 w/ closeup lens
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
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