And the tour continues

Before we headed uptown we walked across to Waterfront Park, which runs along the river for about a mile. This land was once freeway. It is now the jewel of this city and the place where we gather for our most important celebrations, but daily it is filled with walkers, runners, sunners and downtown workers who bring their lunch for a peaceful few minutes near the river. Tomorrow morning, early, I am headed to Waterfront Park for the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure.

We paused at Waterfront Park to remember Bill Naito, one of Portland's most beloved citizens. As a teenager, Naito and his family like all Japanese Americans living on the West Coast, were sent to an internment camp for the duration of WWII. When the war ended the family returned to their home in Portland and Bill Naito, by then a young man, built the family import business and invested his money in the beautiful old historic buildings we saw at the beginning of the tour. He saved these buildings, restored them and filled them with thriving businesses. He envisioned a city with a richly preserved history and a vigorous inner life and did his part to make it happen. One of his many projects was the beautiful waterfront memorial to the Japanese Americans who spent the war years in internment camps.

Those are the names of the internment camps engraved on the standing stone and those are Japanese Cherry trees planted along the river behind the memorial. When Naito died in 1997 his funeral was held here and he was mourned by all of Portland. For a man who became so wealthy and powerful, he was universally loved by the city to whom he gave so much.

After leaving the waterfront we caught the MAX light rail train to go uptown on our tour. Here, under the Burnside Bridge, the MAX lines run where the old Trolley lines ran in the 1800's.

While on the train, our guide, Rich, told us about the ultimately successful political fight to make riding the MAX free in the heart of the city—what is known as "fareless square". Less than 18% of MAX's budget is covered by fares. Most of it is subsidized by business taxes.

Our destination was Pioneer Courthouse Square, known as "Portland's Living Room." The ever enthusiastic Rich called it the "finest outdoor urban space in America." This beautiful place was once the site of a grand hotel, then of a nasty, treeless parking lot.

That's the Pioneer Courthouse, which gives the square its name there at the end of the bricks and to the left is the historic Meier and Frank Department Store building. M&F, to my sorrow, was purchased recently by Macy's and the store is currently closed and being renovated. M&F started in Portland and has a long history. There is a sweet story about the beginnings of the store and a darning needle that is well-known in these parts. M&F used to run this story in their ads and offer a free darning needle to the first 100 customers in the door on the day of the ad.

Pioneer Courthouse Square is always busy and a beautiful place to pause in the heart of the city. Rich said he picked up his son downtown a few weeks ago and there was a band playing late in the square with lots of people watching and dancing, and as they drove by, enjoying the sights and sounds, a raccoon casually strolled across Broadway in front of Nordstrom's, stopping traffic in both directions.

Six months

Today Sofia is six months old. Such a short amount of time, really, for such a change in our lives. I love this child more than I can express. Who knew?

A tour of the city

Boy, it has been a busy week. I thought retirement was supposed to be relaxing. Trouble is I'm not entirely retired. I worked all day today at a client's. It's a company that makes big commercial kitchen fans. Their customers include Disneyland, cruise ships, colleges and universities, the Navy and lots of restaurants. I do the design and layout for their manuals and brochures. It's not the most glamorous graphic design work there is, but it is oddly challenging and the people, mostly nerdy engineer types, are really nice. They call me when they need me. They are about my only clients at this point.

Yesterday I was retired and got to do something fun. A group I belong to took a tour of downtown Portland, something I have never done in the 14 years I have lived here.

Here we are with our guide, Rich, a transplanted New York architect, who is very enthusiastic about Portland. He called Portland "the last best hope for urban America." According to him Portland, the 25th largest metropolitan area in the United States, has the most vital downtown, best public services, least crime, best green spaces, best public transportation, great architecture, etc, etc.

We started our tour, on the cobblestones where Portland started, near the Willamette River. We're at the Skidmore Fountain, named for one of the founding fathers—the one who won the coin toss and got to name the city "Portland." (It would have been called "Boston" if he'd lost—seriously.)

Correction: It was near the Skidmore Fountain site that Asa Lovejoy and Francis Pettygrove tossed the coin to name the city. Pettygrove won and the city was named Portland. Got my facts tangled up! And, for Wanda, that happened in 1843.

We saw a lot of the old buildings, and remnants of old buildings from the city's beginnings. Many of the buildings in this part of town have cast iron facades.

Are you bored yet? Not me—I just love this stuff! Here's a building that is being restored and will be used by the University of Oregon for their school of architecture programs in Portland.

And the view from across the street.

Isn't that going to be fabulous? The colors make me very happy.

I was the only person on the tour with a camera and I took about 40 pictures. And I'm going to show you every, single, one! Just kidding, but I am just getting started. This was the beginning of the tour. Next we go uptown, but I'll save that for another day. Here's the view from Old Town, looking uptown. I like the juxtaposition of the old buildings and the view of the US Bank Tower, Portland's tallest building. It is affectionately called "big pink."

I love Portland. I was kind of sad, thinking that when we move we won't be able to say we're from Portland anymore, but Rich, our guide, put my mind at rest. He asked if we all lived in Portland. One of the group said she was from Tigard, a suburb of Portland. Rich said, "Hey, that's Portland! The suburbs—Tigard, Wilsonville, Beaverton—nobody ever heard of them. Anybody asks ya—you're from Portland, Oregon, Baby!"

September song

When we crossed Fanno Creek this morning we saw these wood ducks swimming by. The ducks have been gone from the creek all summer. It was crisp and chilly on the trail. Sometimes September here is like a continuation of summer, but our summer seemed short and cooler than usual and now fall is truly here. It may get warmer again, but Ray turned the furnace on today and I dug out my fleece vest before I left the house this morning. I found a dollar in the pocket.

Our critique group met today at June's studio. Last month all I had to show was the big drawing of Farmer Girl. This month it was Farmer Girl again. I pinned the parts that are coming together to the drawing and warned them they would probably be seeing FG again next month. Too much going on in real life to get a lot of art done. FG needs to be done soon, however.

My vintage sewing stuff sold on eBay today. Not for much. But I am moving things out of here. Less to move when the time comes. I spent yesterday going through my closet with ruthless resolve. Today I took 3 big black garbage bags of clothing, one big bag of shoes and a little bag of handbags to Goodwill. Then I celebrated by buying a pair of purple jeans.

The chit-chatty element on the QuiltArt list has been hashing over the very important topic of what kind of clothes an artist should wear, and asking "do your clothes look like your quilts?" Another inane discussion. In the longrun I get a lot of good stuff from the QA list, but many days I just delete in disgust. It did cross my mind today, however, that purple jeans would fit the bill for artist's attire, according some of the criteria I've been reading. They're really not outrageous enough, though. They are a nice sedate deep, dark purple.

Japanese Garden day

Yesterday, Sunday, was the "meet the artists" reception for the Japanese Garden Show. They don't like anyone taking pictures in the Pavilion, but I got one quick one showing part of the show.

I also took this one of Gerrie, who is showing her work at the Garden for the first time this year. I think she has already sold about 4 pieces. She was pretty excited. That is her small piece with the red moon. I just love that piece.

It was a drizzly day, but the garden is really beautiful in any kind of weather. I took the picture of the leaves so Ray can try to identify the beautiful tree they came from. Looking at this picture I am thinking it is a marijuana tree!

When we got home we were a little chilled. The weather has definitely turned fall-ish here. I made a pot of soup for dinner—my Weight Watcher influenced take on minestrone. I think it was the best soup I've ever made. And I've made some pretty good soup in my day . . .

Here's a little peek

I have felt almost superstitious about showing any pictures of the house before everything is final. We have not closed yet, but everything looks good, so I thought I'd share just a little peek. Here is the view of the house from the wooded front section of the yard looking across the creek.

This next one is taken from the same spot, turning 180 degrees and looking toward the road. That's Ray and our realtor.

Can you picture a little studio right there in that clearing? I can.

Here is one immediate challenge—the kitchen.

Tidy and functional enough, but the color scheme is turquoise and purple. Gulp. And yes, those are turquoise valances with big purple buttons on them. Purple pleated shades pull down from inside them. And, of course, matching blotchy purple wallpaper. (I am imagining my sister looking at this—she has a horror of all things purple! Hi Beck.)

What appears to be a stainless steel refrig is actually pale metallic blue. I have never seen a refrigerator like it. The table and chairs belong to the sellers, as do the bananas, so they will go. I'm not much of a "blue" person, especially combined with purple and especially in the kitchen. This has to go. I am thinking warm wood cabinets, terra cotta tile, new appliances, new countertops—something earthy and substantial. And, look—the unvented stove is in front of the greenhouse window. I think the sink belongs there, don't you?

September garden

This afternoon I noticed this view out the dining room window.

Ray is doing some spruce up painting on the front porch and put the porch furniture out in the yard. I loved the way the rocker looked sitting out in the sideyard with the bird feeder and houses. I was reminded how pretty that old rocker is when I saw it in a new environment. Maybe that's why I am getting excited about moving—seeing everything in a new environment.

We are pretty far into the process of buying the house in Beaverton (which, it turns out is not actually in Beaverton, but a bit beyond the city limits in rural Washington county.) It is all but a done deal. So we are getting our sweet old house ready to sell.

There are so many nice things about this house, where we have spent the past 14 years, that I will miss, not least of which is the garden. We had a landscape designer, Mitzi Van Sant, help us redesign it several years ago, (if you look at "projects" on her web site you will see our garden listed as "Grant") and Ray has just taken her design and improved upon it day by day and month by month. There are a lot of personal touches in our yard.

This is Ray's bell. He has wanted one of these for a long time and we finally bought this one at the Garden Show where we sold our garden art last spring. It is made from an oxygen tank and makes the most soulful sound—a low and resonant "mmmmmmuuuuuunnnnggggg". This will, of course, go to the new house.
This is one of the fish blocks I made for the patio. These will stay with the house and it pleases me a little that these blocks, which I worked pretty hard on, will remain as my contribution to this great old house. Of course the new owners may trash them, but I don't want to know about that. And I still have the mold, so if the new house has a place that cries out for fish blocks I will haul out the concrete and the mold.

It is beginning to sink in that we will really be moving. It really is very exciting, despite all the work that is ahead of us. I think of a house as another creative project and I am really looking forward to digging into the remodeling. And just look what Ray is doing:

He's potting up plants and starts to move to the new house. He feels about gardening like I do about cabinets and paint colors. Isn't this going to be fun??!

We meet at last

I have "known" Larkin van Horn for years—at least 12, I think—but I've never actually met her until today. Larkin lives on Whidby Island in Washington state. Larkin is a member of the QuiltArt listserve that I have belonged to for a long time. I think she was even on the QuiltNet list before that. She is curating the "Good to be Green" invitational show that I'm participating in. I've seen her work, read her words so much that I do feel like I know her. Such is this cyber age! Amazing, isn't it?

She was our guest speaker at today's Columbia Stitchery Guild quarterly meeting and she was excellent. Her forte is beading on fabric. She's written books about this and had a great slide show for us that included both hers and others quilts. After we exhanged a hug and our pleasure at finally meeting face to face, she said, jokingly, to me, "am I ever going to get you to put a bead on a quilt?" I am famously not interested in adding beads to my work, though after an online conversation about this I did accept a challenge to make a beaded/embellished piece. I shared the results here. But something Larkin said in her talk today got me thinking. She said she considered anything with a hole in it to be a bead. Then I remembered this quilt:

I made this about 6 years ago for a challenge for our STASH group. It is called "Rockin' and Rollin'" and those metallic circles you see are all brass washers. I think those qualify as beads under Larkin's definition. I told her I'd send her a photo of it. I guess I am a "beader" after all.

Anniversary

Yes, it is that anniversary. The very sad anniversary of that day we will never forget. And today it is that same kind of beautiful September day that makes you feel alive and happy and as if nothing bad could ever happen, with that same clear, blue sky. Just like it was 6 years ago. It still seems so unreal. That day. That day that has shadowed every day since.

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It is also the anniversary, today, of this blog. I have been writing this for 2 years now. Can I say that this blog has changed my life? It has. It has brought me friends and opportunities I could not have imagined. It has allowed me to see my own life in a new light and to be present and aware in ways I would not have imagined.

Thanks to all of you who visit and read and especially to those of you who take the time to comment. You can't imagine how much I love reading those comments. They are what make this blog a conversation and not just a self-indulgent monologue.

I'm sending out sad thoughts and happy today. From my house to yours.

Love, Terry

Too much stuff

I have spoken of this before. I need to clear things out. For so many reasons. When we move I want to move only what I really want or need. William Morris said:

“Have nothing in your house

that you do not know to be useful,

or believe to be beautiful”

And, of course, the "beautiful" part is open to interpretation and changes as the years go by.

Once upon a time I was enamored of old sewing things. I liked what they represented—women who had used these things. Women who took pleasure in the same kind of work I enjoy. Their tools and leftovers inspired me and held a kind of beauty. But, like so many things, I have forgotten to see them when I pass their shelf and they are now dusty and unloved, so I intend to pass them along. Find these beauties and more on ebay. (I dusted them before I took the pictures)

Click on the photo to go to the auction.

Moving to Beaver Town

You may have seen this, frankly, pathetic comment left by my friend June, on yesterday's post.

"The kid's cute and I can understand why you might want to move closer to her -- but shoot, I'm cute too and if you move to Beaverton, I'll never get to see you. I'll probably patronize you and torment you with teasers about the Museum and galleries and FOOD, and then you'll get mad and give up any contact altogether -- yeesh, all that, just for an adorable granddaughter. Where's your sense of values? [add a couple of snorts in here somewhere]. "

I simply cannot let this pass without my own comment.

Dear June, you are indeed cute—adorable even. When I have moved to Beaverton and joined the Suburban Ladies of Beaverton Society, it is true that I may have no further need to associate with you, but keeping an open mind is what I'm all about and I think I will still have room in my life for you.

It is not so hard, really, to find Beaverton. They have roads that now connect Portland and Beaverton.

There is also the MAX light rail system that goes from Portland all the way to Hillsboro, with several stops in Beaverton. That is really the way to go.

Once you get off the train in Beaverton, it is a mere 5 mile hike (uphill) to our house. You will love it. You will pass Nike World Headquarters along the way as you hike up Murray Blvd. as well as the only K Mart in the Portland Metro area. I suppose if you stopped whining I could even pick you up at the station. I think the clean country air will be good for your lungs and help to alleviate your inner city pallor as well.

As for me, I have heard that many people from Beaverton do actually travel to SE Portland—mostly to collect the rent. ( rimshot!) Even though I have no rent to collect I expect I will still be able to find my way. Yes, I will miss some of the amenities of "the city", but there is in fact FOOD in Beaverton. Beavers are actually very tasty. And while there are no museums, the library frequently hosts very high quality, musuem quality exhibits. In fact there is currently a fascinating exhibit of German harmonicas there, so there really is no lack of cultural stimulation.

I hope I have put your mind at rest and you have been reassured that I have not forsaken you in favor of the precious Sofia.

Your faithful friend, Terry

Paperwork

Today I photographed all my quilts for the Japanese Garden show. This is where I take most of my photos. This is the East side of my house in the late afternoon. I actually prefer an overcast day for photographing quilts, but on a sunny day the shady side of the house works. I hang my flannel board on the side of the house, set up the tripod and click away.

The reason for the photos is twofold. I like to have a photo record of all the pieces that I have made. The second is that for this show each artist puts together a page for an inventory book, showing all the pieces they have in the show. Because this venue allows buyers to take their purchases at the time of purchase, we keep a backstock of quilts to hang as others are sold. The book allows viewers to see what else is available and if they see something that is not hanging that they are interested in we can pull it out of the back room.

Here's my page:

We have two more books that are available for viewing at the show. One has pages from each artist with their artist's statement and resume. The other was started last year. It is a book with a page from each artist about the techniques they use in their work. I have mixed feelings about the last one as I tend to think sometimes people would prefer not to know the details of how things are made and just enjoy the wonder of the work. Also, while I tend to be fairly open with my techniques I like there to be a little mystery about how things are done. We have one member who has really advocated for this book and insists that she sells much better when she can explain to potential buyers how things are made. I'm skeptical, but I made a page for that book this year, too.

The house

We made an offer. They countered. We accepted. That means if all the inspections and due diligence uncovers nothing alarming we will own it! Yikes. Wow. Now we need to get our current house ready to sell and start planning the remodel. We still don't know if we can build the studio near the creek, which is in an environmental protection area, but if not it will go somewhere else. I'm excited, but a little bit in shock. Wanna buy a nice old house in Portland, Oregon? (see back corner above) We'll make you a good deal. Really!

I can't resist leaving you with one more picture of Sofia. I picked out the cute ones to show you in the last post, but this one, taken at the same time, shows her silly side. Makes me smile.

Could I be any more in love?

If it's Wednesday it must be Sofia

Now that Emily has started back to work Sofia is going to daycare, except on Wednesdays when she spends the day with us. I haven't posted a picture in awhile. She is five months old now and changing almost daily it seems. She had a nice surprise for us this morning—her first tooth. A tiny little sharp point along her bottom gum. Pretty exciting!

She is such a good-natured little person. What a joy it is to spend this time with her.

By the way, she did not win the Evenflo contest, but we all thank you for your votes.

Visited the house again today. We are getting close to a decision. One of the nice things about it, besides the woods and creek, is that it is only about two or three miles from Sofia's house. It is in Beaverton, which is a suburb of Portland. I used to declare great distaste for Beaverton, which seemed like the automobile capitol of Oregon—many, many dealerships along the long main commercial street and unbelievably horrible traffic. Then Emily and Cayo moved to Beaverton and we discovered the outer edges where there are wide shady streets and big trees and rolling hills and walking paths and parks. The house we are looking at is on Cooper Mountain—a suburban/country mix. Peaceful. Green.

And speaking of green. Yesterday's progress on the "green" quilt.

P.S. I deleted the youtube video of the Little Girl Giant. It was making my sidebar drop to the bottom of the page. If you are looking for it you can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBXr15K2uSc

On Labor Day

Working on the "Good to be Green" piece. The figure, who Ray has been calling "Farmer Girl" is fused and now stitched down. I've started on some of the foliage as well. Here are two of the parts laying out on the lawn where I sprayed them with fixative to set the pastel pencil I used for shadows.

Here's Farmer Girl, later, on the machine. You can see I printed a pair of overalls from the internet (I love Google Image Search!) for reference to see where the orange topstitching goes. I thought it needed this little detail.

It's a lazy Labor Day around here. No big plans, no long drives in the car. Just puttering, as we call it, when we are doing what needs to be done and working on projects.

We're humming on a piece of property we looked at last week. We've been looking at building lots, which is frustrating. Very few lots. Very small, very expensive lots. Lots on busy streets. Lots in crummy neighborhoods. Lots in hoity toity, Macmansion, not-our-style neighborhoods. Lots which have had all their beautiful trees roughly skinned right off. (Why?!) Last week we found a beautiful lot with a big wooded area and a little creek. It has a house on it. Can the house be remodeled to suit us? (Too expensive to tear down and start over) Would we be allowed to build a studio and greenhouse (my dream and Ray's dream) in the woods? Plenty to think about and research to be done.

And, oh yes! Two weeks on Weight Watchers and I am down 5 lbs.

The Time article

Talk about timing. After my post yesterday about gray hair, the Time article I mentioned is in the new issue that showed up in today's mail. Turns out the writer is Anne Kreamer, the one and the same as was quoted in yesterday's post and subject of the NY Times article and writer of the book. Maybe this is a one-woman issue. She gets around.

The article shows photos of famous people, mostly politicians, where they have given them gray hair so the reader can judge for themselves whether they look more intelligent, attractive, believable and distinguished with or without coloring their gray. For most of them I thought it made little to no difference. I did think Nancy Pelosi looked warmer and more attractive with the gray hair. They also show photos of Emmylou Harris and Toni Morrison with brown hair. No, no, no. That did not seem right at all.

We grayhairs, according to article, are still in the minority and will probably remain so, but it winds down by saying:

"These days choosing not to dye has become a statement rather than a casual stylistic choice. Thus the gray wars are a bit of a grownup replay of the freaks vs. squares and smart kids vs. populars from junior high and high school 40 years ago. The emphasis in the 1960s on being yourself gives women today a cultural grounding that lets them say 'Hell, no' to artificial color."

I'll buy that. I have to admit my gray hair is, at some level, a statement in support of authenticity and maybe it makes me feel less vain than my friends who dye. But I'm not. And Gerrie, your red hair is fabulous!