Today marks our one-year wedding anniversary. What a wonderful, insane year it has been.
For instance, we now have some new residents: tens of thousands of bees and an adorable almost-seven-month-old.
Willem adores his BFF Crosby:
As always, we are looking to the future. I think that’s one of the coolest things about us as a couple: we push each other and support each other and egg each other on with whatever latest hairbrained scheme one of us has until it doesn’t seem so hairbrained anymore and we actually do it.
Today’s discussion (during lunch at La Margarita, our fave Mexican restaurant, which I hadn’t visited since my due date) centered around finding some land/buying a farm so Chris could start raising nucs and building top bar hives (the latter he could do here; the former, not so much). I also had a really freaking amazing idea last night centered around food deserts and a new way of getting produce to communities who would maybe love to eat fresh produce if only they had access…. And that’s all I want to say about THAT because I might actually want to try to do it at some point.
I’m also exploring new ways to spread art into the world (and maybe make a little cash on the side so we can maybe, possibly, actually get us some land one of these days) and have re-opened my Etsy shop! Visit me at www.etsy.com/shop/famousthecat and get yourself a custom “home sweet home” print to display your own family love all year round.
I dare you to find one fancier. I like assigning them different personalities in my head. Photos by Peter Lippmann; take a look at all the beautiful girls here.
I can’t tell you how many times in a given month I sing verses of the following song to myself, only with different words. If you would like to step for a moment into the brain of me, just listen to this song, then start mentally creating your own lyrics the next time you’re in the shower, mowing the lawn, baking bread, clipping your finger nails… You get the idea. And you’re welcome.
The verse I was singing in my head about an hour ago: “My chicks are bigger than your chicks, they’ve got more scratch than a dance club DJ, sing it.” I give you Mclusky, “To Hell with Good Intentions.”
Did I only post today in order to share one of my favorite bands with you? No, I didn’t. I actually wanted to mark this day for future reference as THE DAY WE REMOVED THE BROODER FROM THE GARAGE. That’s right – the chicks, who will be seven weeks old tomorrow, are now tenting it in the backyard. Given the projected warmer temperatures this coming week, the chickens have been officially moved to the coop, and I dumped the extremely poopy pine shavings into the composter. No more chicken-stank garage!
Other things of note:
- The chicks love slightly overripe clementines, and the beginning stages of waddles are showing up at the lower edges of their mouths.
- They seem to be digging life al fresco.
- We built a fence today for the season so the chickens can peruse the yard (under our supervision at this point).
- The outdoor plants are doing marvelously.
- Bean does not like feeling left out. Single tear.
- And completely unrelated to the rest of this post, here is a glowing drink I enjoyed at Epcot Center Friday night. Glowing drinks at Disney World = the epitome of magic, I think. I left for three days, and I swear the chickens turned into giants.
*Note that we will very likely actually name two of our chickens, who will arrive next week, Beaker and Henrietta. But that is neither here nor there.
Instead of the actual wee babes who will be gracing our garage brooder with their lovely selves, though, I am actually talking about these two girls – meet Beaker:
I’ve decided to support our chicken habit, in part, by selling some of my original chicken block prints! That makes sense, right?
Soon, I’m sure I’ll be making bee block prints to pay for a new colony, then goat block prints to purchase a miniature goat or two, and maybe someday, if I’m lucky, sheep and lamb block prints to help feed those dudes.
Anyway, if you’re interested in learning more about block printing, ask away. It’s really exciting to watch your print emerge, layer after layer, and it makes your brain see things in an entirely different way. And, of course, if you’re interested in what I’ve lovingly referred to as the “psychedelic chicken” prints, check out my Etsy store, which may expand shortly: http://www.etsy.com/shop/famousthecat.
Scenes from the Space-Farm Continuum this week: the extremely high-tech seedling planting map.
And… THE BABIES!!!!
New prints, my final project of this session of a block printing class at the Indianapolis Art Center: HOMES. I would like to live in the very last one.
Chris appreciates my sketching and landscaping (dis)abilities. This is our home in pencil form!
And then we have our cohabitants, who have not yet been properly introduced (although Boombox has his own “Boombox Seal of Approval Award” and everyone in Bloomington, IN, likes him WAY more than they like me). But here we have Boombox, doing his best Office Space/bad boss pose:
And Bean, generally loving life (and avoiding Boombox).
Ah, home. While we’re on the subject, I’ve been stuck on this song lately. It makes me want to cry a little bit. What song makes you want to cry (in a good way)? Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, “Home.” This is adorable: