tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42414986428639811242024-02-19T02:43:47.279-05:00betsyplyfor the loved of love thingsbetsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-73948357707683929452014-01-26T11:00:00.000-05:002014-01-26T11:57:39.987-05:00sunday 11am.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm still empty as the target<br />
you've been shooting at for weeks.<br />
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It's not the destination, <br />
it's only counting sheep.<br />
I've been better observed before.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-17620463507217767672011-07-03T13:18:00.000-04:002011-07-03T13:18:18.624-04:00we did it!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDuX0K-zMCv0rPfej7l2eTBdV2Gr0JxAYLzedayj9S-uJai8DM47YyLjmrx-KV5gWw_m2o7_NihxYCHSKquc6ifhjGEsdzH7kOgQfY27zHa9-QQAOOqiTz_t6gg-I90pWRciZKYiU7NrDh/s1600/brian%25252Bbetsy-95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDuX0K-zMCv0rPfej7l2eTBdV2Gr0JxAYLzedayj9S-uJai8DM47YyLjmrx-KV5gWw_m2o7_NihxYCHSKquc6ifhjGEsdzH7kOgQfY27zHa9-QQAOOqiTz_t6gg-I90pWRciZKYiU7NrDh/s320/brian%25252Bbetsy-95.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>And We are married!<br />
photos by <a href="http://www.beimaged.com/Photographer_NYC/Home.html">Mellissa at Beimaged</a>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-12755519767452316362011-03-09T21:29:00.001-05:002011-03-09T21:29:47.341-05:00bug<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/5513771602/" title="bug"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5219/5513771602_675329633d.jpg" alt="bug by departmint" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/5513771602/">bug</a> a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/betsyply/">departmint</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-6695438639829236782011-02-20T20:31:00.000-05:002011-02-20T20:31:12.042-05:00a new creature....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMgOc67WelmKd9WdgwlavZ9FVERdMYQuFneNZ6xwa2x7wuswOz9Bw7Hbs4FQe9ukHk9M-ljRv7PqS6an6XdP2CG0CaYVZNDme2V2XJC1cKD5COLkq5Xu8vVr83sTnVWAATPLeW8UZ_4ey/s1600/creature9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMgOc67WelmKd9WdgwlavZ9FVERdMYQuFneNZ6xwa2x7wuswOz9Bw7Hbs4FQe9ukHk9M-ljRv7PqS6an6XdP2CG0CaYVZNDme2V2XJC1cKD5COLkq5Xu8vVr83sTnVWAATPLeW8UZ_4ey/s400/creature9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I'm hoping to have more in my menagerie soon. He does, in fact, need all his legs to walk.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-40437053317417958342010-12-04T17:15:00.000-05:002010-12-04T17:15:51.342-05:003rd Ward Handmade Holiday Craft fair!Just got back from <a href="http://www.3rdward.com/">3rd ward's</a> Spectacular Handmade Holiday Craft Fair and I'm stuffing my face with carrots and tzatziki as kind of a 'reward' for not stuffing my face with cupcakes and bloody marys. Yes, I'm no fun.<br />
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I can't show you pictures of what I bought because...they are presents!<br />
The fair was huge this year. Slam packed by 2pm. Slammed and packed. Did I mention that I did not have a bloody mary even though I really really wanted one?<br />
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-Below are just a few of the many vendors that I loved. <br />
I especially loved <a href="http://www.nolinoli.com/">nolinoli's</a> baby rattles. They are filled with beans. I also think it's great there's a huge hunk of beeswax sitting right there on the table, because that's how the wood is conditioned. Oh, I also really like that he has mushrooms on his T-shirt.<br />
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The lovely ladies of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/thetwofishdesign">the 2 fish</a>. I especially loved their <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63470305/text-friednly-wool-cashmere-gloves-i">gloves</a>. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wanted to take every single terrarium I saw home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I believe I'm going to need a bigger greenhouse. Soon.</div><br />
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</tbody></table>These two wonderful ladies representing The Textile Arts Center made me miss my spinning wheel terribly. But I don't blame them. I may, in fact, take a felting class instead. Blaming people gives you wrinkles.<br />
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</tbody></table>-Now I'd like to mention the coolest stuff I got in my tote (besides actually getting the tote in the first place). Thank you 3rd Ward! You guys are cool.<br />
The vendors really stuffed those things up with some great deals. I really wish I could just make a catalog of the vendor goodness, but I'm running out of carrots.<br />
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Best free gift-<br />
Is the free soap!!! (of course)<br />
Thank you <a href="http://www.lovnabar.com/">lov'n a bar</a>.<br />
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Next best thing to best free gift-<br />
Is the Cookie & Tea ticket.<br />
Thank you <a href="http://www.ouchigallery.com/">ouchi gallery</a><br />
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Best honorable mentions (because I love pulling things out of envelopes!)<br />
<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/FourviereHill?ga_search_query=fourvierehill&ga_search_type=seller_usernames">fourvierehill</a><br />
<a href="http://www.carriestrine.com/made-by-hand/">carrie strine</a><br />
<a href="http://thenewnew.blogspot.com/">and the new new</a>.<br />
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All right. My purchases are safe. My carrots are kaput. It's time to list some vintage.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-8802526196947464312010-11-28T14:50:00.000-05:002010-11-28T14:50:36.485-05:00Cement Joy!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>The second pour happened this past week! Hooray! Who knew an 8" thick foundation wall could be so very joy making. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the right front corner, the door will be that smaller rectangle frame out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another corner! check out the sexy plywood imprint. Watch out <a href="http://www.nyc-architecture.com/UES/UES059.htm">Whitney museum</a>, our concrete rocks!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-843897479287449062010-11-28T14:25:00.000-05:002010-11-28T14:25:14.731-05:00B's new scarf!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Just in time for the turn of the season. I used a noro silk/wool blend yarn instead of my usual hand spun. My spinning wheel is still in storage along with my stash. Sigh.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-78820755097373312972010-11-26T20:30:00.000-05:002010-11-26T20:30:00.540-05:00gratuitous rooster picture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW93oXAfDqkVpMpWePZPuHZn24ACH_aKleONoN-6zdZH8l2q8GaKIAiG7YhwPZVJp6tu5swZ2p7yhmkMHBPb_6IbXYdyBRjcszTgh3-Yyzm1TvEi-z0C7qPorru0RhrYVkz-JzCRyWgOb5/s1600/IMG_2464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW93oXAfDqkVpMpWePZPuHZn24ACH_aKleONoN-6zdZH8l2q8GaKIAiG7YhwPZVJp6tu5swZ2p7yhmkMHBPb_6IbXYdyBRjcszTgh3-Yyzm1TvEi-z0C7qPorru0RhrYVkz-JzCRyWgOb5/s640/IMG_2464.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-9514431553832531882010-10-29T11:08:00.000-04:002010-10-29T11:08:46.113-04:00got a new obsessionMoss.<br />
I love it.<br />
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Teacups.<br />
I have too many.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZny9St_c1mAJHsVHQJHcGS5cJwt6RcA5VJy7UwlOZ0Ui1hxwaAalV1G0Hlu4flR6DkTOp-DhkkKhJESl_tbuwtIgFV3-0rVVb19zuWYFUEIdbMpS8K0x2-GilH5cSwehStti7pP6Kxr25/s1600/IMG_2407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-46357008901401312082010-10-28T21:51:00.000-04:002010-10-28T21:51:51.611-04:00I suddenly felt like I was being watched<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJY9iacDTvTfyyqW57WiD9qRcvAuGebsRlICO3jhlNfptQ3kDrjdW0N1pT-Kf81RRYLAe6aRCQo6kLo4qHvECJaZdho0CtO44KNcqbT72uCDdpD_Udir60N1PBp5kjukr7ueCtx6RPgBFW/s1600/IMG_2360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJY9iacDTvTfyyqW57WiD9qRcvAuGebsRlICO3jhlNfptQ3kDrjdW0N1pT-Kf81RRYLAe6aRCQo6kLo4qHvECJaZdho0CtO44KNcqbT72uCDdpD_Udir60N1PBp5kjukr7ueCtx6RPgBFW/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-41824635946825789652010-10-13T17:26:00.004-04:002010-10-25T19:17:56.609-04:00results of the bear incident<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgegZ83q-4MsNzxzey6tPiEZWr_2f3jDdWgLv2inUHzOlCUoe1j8A7f8KrHGhxJ_FzoBxoahK9qJT-51KKPj1Q5Emsze6L8R2EQosN2SFqfMb3vbOQXtcpFpbssM9peegm8EG27XN-rHyx/s1600/IMG_2077.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgegZ83q-4MsNzxzey6tPiEZWr_2f3jDdWgLv2inUHzOlCUoe1j8A7f8KrHGhxJ_FzoBxoahK9qJT-51KKPj1Q5Emsze6L8R2EQosN2SFqfMb3vbOQXtcpFpbssM9peegm8EG27XN-rHyx/s320/IMG_2077.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I was in Brooklyn when the incident happened. This may have been a good thing for all involved. We have a thriving hive that got knocked down by a bear one night, in spite of the electric fence. B scared off the bear and harvested a frame when he put the stacks back right. You notice how dry that previous sentence is. You may also notice that I'm not saying anything about the epi pen. But everyone was okay, (bear pride excluded) in the end. And we got some lovely honey. <br />
In the picture on the left you can see our lovely rooster. He's a nice guy! And was pretty curious to see if the honey was a snack for him. <br />
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B poured the footer yesterday. I alas was here working on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/departmint">departmint</a>. Forms for the walls are next! I've never been so excited about concrete in my entire life. But wait, that's not quite true. There was one other time......<br />
When I was in kindergarten we lived close enough to our school to walk. I was very proud when I was finally allowed to walk 'by myself' My older sister (by two years) was supposed to walk home with me, but we got into some kind of<a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=kerfuffle"> kurfuffle</a>. Reason long unremembered. I ran on ahead, right into a newly poured sidewalk. I swear the concrete went right up to my knee.<br />
When confronted by the super scary guy in the helmet I pulled my foot out, sans shoe and ran (wee wee wee) all the way home. The one thing I clearly remember, besides what it's like to run home with a sock full of wet cement, was my true and terrible fear about how angry my mom would be when she found out about my sock. Go figure.<br />
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</tbody></table>A few weeks ago, I left my place of employment and meandered through Union Square.<br />
There I happened upon a crazy and wonderful scene. At first I thought is was an art exhibit, but dear reader, I was wrong. I forgot it was Sukkot. Yes, it's true. I forgot. It was <a href="http://www.sukkahcity.com/">an exhibition of winning sukkah re-designs.</a><br />
It was very cool.<br />
As dusk arrived however, things got a little strange. After I got some distinctly non holiday food, I stood across the street from the park and waited for the M14A (or as I like to call it 'the forever worm'). A diverse group of people were trying to get everyone to 'connect for peace for just five minutes' with these bright blue kind of bungee cord things. There were clips involved. I distinctly remember seeing clips. They had microphones. There was world music. <br />
I did not feel up to connecting, in fact no one walking by was really into having a consciousness raising experience with blue clippy things except the schizophrenic (my term, not his) in the rainbow afro wig. But even he got bored and wandered off. So I'm watching and waiting, waiting and watching until I realize I've been waiting over 20 minutes for my bus.<br />
I think to myself, I could have connected for peace four times in a row by now.<br />
Then I think to myself, hey I'm waiting for the bus for peace! I'm holding my bag so no one gets my wallet for peace! I'm going home for peace.<br />
That last one, was definitely true.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-90277628015921965502010-09-19T19:13:00.001-04:002010-12-05T20:52:40.032-05:00got engaged. It was awesome.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLTkQtaz364eeh86hTrnhTR7UtHETCUWsjvtAvcX3xNChGevW-vownPeLG-3R5YrdTQ6JUthaWXzMOunShNPu2fmmyn9c2S_LK5u60-aStCVJkbomzXGzO-5RRbdqItqp0sDVeBd5ufM4/s1600/IMG_0319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518767736501904738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLTkQtaz364eeh86hTrnhTR7UtHETCUWsjvtAvcX3xNChGevW-vownPeLG-3R5YrdTQ6JUthaWXzMOunShNPu2fmmyn9c2S_LK5u60-aStCVJkbomzXGzO-5RRbdqItqp0sDVeBd5ufM4/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Well. I seem to have taken a year off the old bloggo to get besotted and engaged. If you've ever done this before, you know how much work it can be.<br />
He has bees and chickens and me. I have bees and chickens and him. He will remain anonymous in this blog. I will refer to him as 'B'. But as a little teaser, here he is holding the <a href="http://www.starlingtalk.com/babycare.htm">baby starling</a> I'd been rehabilitating. We named him Gripper and he has been happily repatriated with his people. Right now B is digging the foundation for our workshop in PA and I am blogging away on my new and improved blog on the Lower East Side. At least my cat is there. Oh Stella.<br />
I'm leaving my earlier posts up because why not.<br />
Since I've be come bi'stately I've become a regular country auction attendee. I love it, except sometimes.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-58242045212520736982009-06-08T20:42:00.001-04:002009-06-08T20:42:51.072-04:00under my belt<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3608486879/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3608486879_e1495f53f7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3608486879/">Here's the undyed lot</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/betsyply/">betsy ply</a></span></div>Renegade was great! Good times and sunburn was had by all. It was wonderful to see so many people with interesting shoes. What's next for me? Besides 14 hours of sleep? It's etsy time folks. Lots of fun stuff is now in the hands of fun people. But there is some more good things I'll be putting up for grabs, if only so I don't start knitting it up myself. <br />As always. It was wonderful to see you and I miss you already. To bits.<br clear="all" />betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-89329115592888121762009-04-25T11:05:00.000-04:002009-04-25T11:20:20.400-04:00weekend poem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnO-Cc443Grm_RdK20-TQioBrnnR3Lkcmb6fmjJ2XH9ROYV29y9ySa66yU0iFwQ6k8Nsb2B11Z455UzGq9vM4dVTXmUI2M9FfsUHanC_s4oNl2SJfUFNjun5zuHNL1AWRfj3IC3b1h7N0l/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnO-Cc443Grm_RdK20-TQioBrnnR3Lkcmb6fmjJ2XH9ROYV29y9ySa66yU0iFwQ6k8Nsb2B11Z455UzGq9vM4dVTXmUI2M9FfsUHanC_s4oNl2SJfUFNjun5zuHNL1AWRfj3IC3b1h7N0l/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328645981537244994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">so quickly</span><br /><br />if you would build with wood<br />a structure where we stood<br />a shelter with a rail<br />to hold us should we fail<br />to take into account<br />our lives are pouring out<br /><br />I would bring a cake<br />for eating while we wait<br />and water maybe too<br />for the drinking that we do<br />then we'd hold onto the rail<br />until we softly fail<br />to take into account<br />this pouring that comes out<br /><br />so quickly saw you should<br />put hammer to the wood<br />I will keep us fed<br />full of cake and bread<br />and cups I will bring too<br />for the pouring that we dobetsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-16576378786471987192009-04-19T16:55:00.001-04:002009-04-19T16:55:35.734-04:00not the most genius at this thing called blog<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3456038891/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3456038891_889673e750_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3456038891/">first store order!</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/betsyply/">betsy ply</a></span></div>Yeah. I took a time out. Yeah. I'm blogging from my flickr because actually going to my blog and finding the photo I want and uploading it seems like a mountain of mountainious time. We will all live through this. One day we will look back and laugh.<br />Yarn! I have just finished my first wholesale order for a new yarn store in Denver! I will plug this yarn store as soon as I get all the info which will be in approximately 3 hours. <br />What am I doing right now? I am in the middle of roommate interview nonsense. It will be over soon and I will sloooowly come out of my shell and actually blog about stuff. <br />There are some things I feel the need to tell you. <br />I have been a negligent friend. You know who you are. Betsy sorry. <br />I'm obsessed with the new Decemberist album but don't actually plan on owning it.<br />I love yarn. I would eat it if I didn't think it would make me really really sick.<br />One more secret secret thing to tell you....<br />I have a new boyfriend and he's going to make me a drum carder.<br clear="all" />betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-63646027912432184872009-01-15T20:23:00.001-05:002009-01-15T20:26:20.416-05:00the land of the lazy blog<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3189080804/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3189080804_b074e65512_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3189080804/">buckwheat hull pillow</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/betsyply/">betsy ply</a></span></div>Well, I like this picture, and I feel like writing but I don't feel like writing about this picture.<br />I should be putting stuff on etsy right now. But it's cold outside and I believe I am wearing my crabby pants. I'm still ruminating on the cough drop question. I'm also so very very close to buying a drum carder of my very own. Oh how I want my very own drum carder, let me count the ways. Well right now there is about 500 dollars of NO DRUMCARDER FOR YOU to be counted.<br />So this is the deal, I'm selling on etsy specifically to get this drum carder, and maybe a big marble slab to make cough drops on, or maybe fudge, or just cookies. Marble slabs are good for making pie too.<br />But wait... I have a marble slab. My painting table. Unfortunately it's not 'food friendly' any more.<br />But wait..... I want a drum carder anyway! All etsy proceeds will not go toward a marble slab, of this you can be sure.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-24175895001930120582009-01-13T21:20:00.000-05:002009-01-15T20:02:51.887-05:00cough drops<a href="http://jennifer-williams.com/splash.html">Jen</a> and I have been 'facebooking' (is that a real word?) each other this afternoon about cough drops. We've both been stupid ill again. I bought myself an economy bag of halls, and an economy bag of ricola. I decided to not get the sugar free ones because 'sugar free' is a euphemism for 'really weird crap'.<br />Jen suggest I get sugar free, I demurred and we did a little back and forth about corn syrup -vs aspartame. Then I decided that what the hell, I don't have enough stuff to do. Jen and I should make our own. I just looked on line (for my preliminary research) and didn't see any inspiring recipes then I remembered this book I have.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesvpeltN0DyC5ntBmceMkLHz3NNG2ApqmETL8mQQGse-twiD_nnZpjwAn0LT2kziTWuJZRRt6bPScGhCHGhQazAEIGiEivmYO7gkgzhX8FLOs1ee1XEuEizFkMllJUunclq-T-7RV99EG/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesvpeltN0DyC5ntBmceMkLHz3NNG2ApqmETL8mQQGse-twiD_nnZpjwAn0LT2kziTWuJZRRt6bPScGhCHGhQazAEIGiEivmYO7gkgzhX8FLOs1ee1XEuEizFkMllJUunclq-T-7RV99EG/s320/IMG_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290970778374149042" border="0" /></a><br />I bought this book for two whole dollars at a flea market in Mechanicsburg PA. Mostly because, well, I did Need To Know.<br />This book is one of the most amazing how to books I have ever seen. It was published in 1885. And copyrighted 1884 A. I.Burt.<br />One of the most fabulous things about this book is how it's organized. Everything, from 'Putting Out Fires' to 'Tea Cakes for Children' is listed alphabetically.<br />So for instance, 'how to make a hammock' is listed right next to 'ham, how to cook'. I am not kidding you.<br /><br />But I digress.<br />Here's the recipe in this book for how to make cough drops.<br />Listed under-<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Cough Candy (Medicated)</span> ---To five pounds of candy just ready to pour on the slab, add the following mixture, and form it into sticks. Tincture <a href="http://chestofbooks.com/health/reference/Home-Cyclopedia-Of-Health-And-Medicine/Squills.html">squills,</a> two ounces; camphorated tincture of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opium">opium</a> and tincutre of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tolu_balsam">tolu,</a> of each one-half ounce; wine of ipecac, one-half ounce; oils of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaultheria">gaultheria</a>, four drops; sassafras, three drops; and of anise seed oil, two drops, and use this freely in common coughs.<br /><br />What do you think?betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-61621285695429670192009-01-12T21:59:00.001-05:002009-01-12T22:00:35.865-05:00finally, I'm going to put these on etsy.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3188342585/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3188342585_4fc3316abb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3188342585/">knitted and felted flower garland</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/betsyply/">betsy ply</a></span></div>Tomorrow. Tonight I've been interviewing roommates. I'll be interviewing more again tomorrow, but I'll have more down time. Sigh. 'Kay. goodnight.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-5523858372560328352009-01-11T21:52:00.000-05:002009-01-11T22:17:13.978-05:00since I mentioned the 'p' word I started writing it againWhat in hell's name is wrong with me. To be kind to myself I can say -at least I was working on something. Now I'm writing poetry. I guess it's kind of a backlash for not doing <a href="http://www.radonprojects.org/">music</a> right now. I'm also concerned that I'm going to appear facetious because now I'm going to subject you to it. Just, please, don't read it out loud.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrc0fqRjZkv1rT0aD2faTyyH6vPSkupXRvadKMzCWnNFluuQt-YllKAekXhrjJWtFvGvzPVLig5r-asUWfjAp3Sp-cjMh7TyLxe6YiCenunSU3QWSq0PIBm8JgkwlPGhDEz2EKvLNKsoh9/s1600-h/mouse+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrc0fqRjZkv1rT0aD2faTyyH6vPSkupXRvadKMzCWnNFluuQt-YllKAekXhrjJWtFvGvzPVLig5r-asUWfjAp3Sp-cjMh7TyLxe6YiCenunSU3QWSq0PIBm8JgkwlPGhDEz2EKvLNKsoh9/s320/mouse+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290240793054331538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >(part I)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">you've been lazy</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and haven't realized </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I've been waiting<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">a cold fingered violinist</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">had to start the show</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">while you stood stage right</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">hand over heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">crumbs down your shirt</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >(part II)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">skinning your bees</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">like pebbles for sale<br />an edible wax</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">choking hazard</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">they point at things</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">while I wait in line</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">for the toilet</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">your ability</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">to be distracted</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">is unpronounceable</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">you are a boat with shoes</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am full of water</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >(the charm)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There is no 3rd time</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I leave my skin in the sink</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and go out</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">the way I came in</span>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-15379787853635850212009-01-10T20:02:00.001-05:002009-01-10T22:36:18.683-05:006 random things -belated yet not outdatedI'm so bad! I'm sorry <a href="http://astulabee.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nicole</span></a>. I'm sorry <a href="http://edwardandlilly.blogspot.com/">Rebecca.</a><br />I will be a good girl from now on.<br />I was tagged by both these lovely ladies and promptly did nothing about it. I'm fixing that alacrity of inaction right now. I'm taking it to the streets and stuff like that.<br />Yeah.<br />So here's the first part, some random things about me besides I don't always do things in a timely fashion. Rules and links follow below.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfWrT1IsX7iqcMRaCcfIvzzP1bx0ZeYU7BBBOXDrZX4DP2Tmaee5BT4gwZ9oqVAKTPO3B7LFOevJnHOpDJFUNlNmKtN820hP8ysYxM9F2YqSSsGdG_WMC4EEZPS-L6Dff_UbUpUevfvFv/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfWrT1IsX7iqcMRaCcfIvzzP1bx0ZeYU7BBBOXDrZX4DP2Tmaee5BT4gwZ9oqVAKTPO3B7LFOevJnHOpDJFUNlNmKtN820hP8ysYxM9F2YqSSsGdG_WMC4EEZPS-L6Dff_UbUpUevfvFv/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289861843359112498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1. I used to have straight hair. No really. I did. My hair turned curly around the time I turned 14. No one knew what to do with that kind of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">craziness</span> in suburban Pennsylvania. I had bangs when my hair went curly. This was a bad thing. This was a deep hair wrongness.<br />There should be a special place in the world that all curly haired people get an invited to on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">investiture</span> of their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">curliness</span>. This invitation would be to a place where no humidity exists and 'blowout' is a 7 letter word never to be spoken out loud. Lessons will be given in hedge-cutting and alternative uses for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mayonnaise</span>. This is the world I want to live in.<br /><br />2. I frequently <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mis</span>pronounce words. Why? Mostly because I've never actually said or heard the word used in polite conversation before. This can be an issue for some people, especially if the word happens to be 'tangential'.<br /><br />3. I have a really vivid and startling dream life. My dream last night involved my close friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ranu</span>. She lives in San Fransisco with her darling triplets and her handsome husband. In this dream, a friend of hers gave her a pair of cowboy boots that they had custom made for her. They had a horizon line half way up each boot and when you stood in the boots, they made a complete picture of a sunset. all the way around. I remember that she was fascinated by the fact that each boot had 4 zippers in it and when the boots were unzipped they unfolded like flowers. They were pink on the inside. I believe I was just visiting in the dream, there was a weird segue where I spent a lot of time trying to meet someone under some scary underpasses. Then I was back at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ranu's</span> house. She had this sentient piece of paper and we were trying to get it to answer questions about what I should do. But it would only write the answers while you weren't watching it. It was teasing us by writing everything backwards.<br />Because my dreams are so vivid, I always feel it's my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">responsibility</span> to let people know they were in them. Or else I feel like I've been gossiping about them. I don't like to feel sly.<br /><br />4. I'm fascinated by the idea of poetry but can't stand having it read aloud.<br />It's like having someone lick your face at a party. It's like announcing what kind of medication you're on at the company meeting. I'm so not kidding about this.<br /><br />5. I frequently call things that may be considered green -blue. but I'm not <a href="http://www.toledo-bend.com/colorblind/Ishihara.asp">color blind</a>. I think I just prefer that color that I'm calling blue that's actually green to be blue because I like that color better as blue, even if it is technically a green color. It would look blue if I put it next to a greener color, so why can't I call it blue if I want to. Most friends avoid this topic with me.<br /><br />6. I saw a ghost when I was ten.<br /><br />And now for the rules:<br /><br />1. Link to the person who tagged you.<br />2. Post the rules on your blog.<br />3. Write six random things about yourself.<br />4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.<br />5. Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.<br />6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.<br /><br />And now for the links:<br /><br />linda of <a href="http://birdsnorkel.blogspot.com/">knit a bird snorkel</a><br />bev of <a href="http://squareanimals.blogspot.com/">square animals</a><br />our lady of the <a href="http://yarnsnob.wordpress.com/">yarn snob</a><br /><a href="http://missbirney.blogspot.com/">miss birney</a><br />andrea of <a href="http://zuill.us/andreablog/">badbirds</a><br /><a href="http://hellejorgensen.typepad.com/gooseflesh/">gooseflesh</a>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-86387305614223024942009-01-10T18:35:00.001-05:002009-01-10T18:35:36.618-05:00on the bobbin<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3185099615/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3479/3185099615_346beb8ffe_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3185099615/">on the bobbin</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/betsyply/">betsy ply</a></span></div>yep. I'm back in action. I'll be posting a slew of new stuff to my etsy site and blogging my little heart out.<br clear="all" />betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-29206010012875112592008-11-30T17:51:00.000-05:002008-11-30T19:29:14.164-05:00recipe for betsy's mania soupThis soup is best prepared when you are doing laundry in the rain, also when you are preparing for a major event, oh lets say the <a href="http://www.3rdward.com/">3rd ward</a> holiday craft fair next sunday.<br />to make this soup you will need-<br /><br />2 onions<br />oh, about a butt-load of garlic<br />your room-mate's carrots (you can ask her later)<br />2 turkey drumsticks, and/or some kind of leftover poultry item that is slowly drying out in your fridge<br />1 cup of rice (brown)<br />1 lemon<br />fresh herbs such as, savory, thyme, rosemary etc.<br />one vegan cube of bullion because it's been in the cupboard forever and it's lonely in it's little cardboard box.<br />one large pot<br />1 frozen pizza (just in case)<br /><br />kay.<br />1. put your laundry in and then run to the grocery store.<br />2. overhear nice couple discuss what else they want to put in their soup.<br />3. decide you don't have time to make soup and buy a frozen pizza<br />4. check laundry on the way home. It will be way not done, but check anyway<br />5. begin soup<br /><br />6. cut up the onions, garlic, and put them in the big pot with oh, a lot of really nice olive oil. If you want to get a mania gold star, use half butter half olive oil. I didn't. I used all the butter in the Irish Soda Bread that you make whilst Waiting for Guests. (recipe to follow)<br />7. while the onions and garlic are doing their thing (don't burn them unless you want to because then you end up with remorse soup instead of mania soup) cut up all the herbs and think about sad things because the onions are making you cry. At least you think it's the onions. You might just be tired and anxious because you decided to not make soup, yet here you are making soup.<br />8. Wipe your eyes with a 'clean' bathroom towel.<br />9. Zest lemon. Chop up the zest as fast as you can! Wow. I love to do that. Add to the pot. Juice the lemon and add the juice to the pot as well. Pick out the seeds you accidentally put in the soup.<br />9. turn off burner and go get laundry out of the washer. Put laundry in dryer.<br /><br />10. Put 6 cups of water in the pot with both turkey legs. Yes, on the bone or else your soup will taste like ass. Does the liquid cover them? No? Crap.<br />So add 2 cups of water with the dissolved bullion.<br /><br />11. Bring pot to a boil. Turn down heat and cover pot and let simmer.<br />12. Run downstairs to get laundry out of the dryer before someone steals your foundation garments. Can you remember if you turned the burner off? No. Crap. Go back and check.<br /><br />13. pull turkey legs out of pot and put on a plate to cool.<br />14. put one cup of rice in the pot and bring back to a simmer and cover. Did you remember to rinse the brown rice? No? It's okay, at least you can blame your crappy soup on something now.<br />15. pour yourself a drink.<br /><br />16. Try to do something productive while the rice cooks.<br /><br />17. When the rice is cooked add the de-boned meat off the turkey legs back into the pot.<br />18. Salt and pepper to taste.<br /><br />Serve with pickles.<br />or, put it in the freezer and eat the frozen pizza.betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4241498642863981124.post-9944789219507918032008-11-23T22:01:00.001-05:002008-11-23T22:01:01.170-05:00whoops, theres the painting<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3054185817/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/3054185817_b4901b0da7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/betsyply/3054185817/">whoops, theres the painting</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/betsyply/">betsy ply</a></span></div>well, I finished it. 16"x16" of painting madness. My biggest painting! It's shipping to Fort Gallery in Oakland next week after I varnish the hell out of Yes, If you zoomed out, there would be 4 more coffee cups and other various inedible bits of my life all over my art table. It's how I'm living it.<br />Oh! I'm going to be in the 3rd ward holiday craft fair on Dec 7th.<br />It's spinnin' time!<br clear="all" />betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11985148547612323819noreply@blogger.com0