It's one thing to make art; it's quite another to sell it. I give away a lot things I make, to friends and to silent auctions for causes I support. But I rarely sell it. Partly, I'm just not interested in the business side of art making, partly I'm fortunate enough not to need the money, and partly no-one is willing to pay a price that actually reflects the time and skill I've devoted to a particular piece of art. Yesterday, my good friend, Julie, and I set up a booth along
Becky, my friend and neighbor, has a prolifically bountiful apple tree in her front year. She has just begun to pick them, although they're a little too green for good eating. So when she gave me a bag of her apples, I made apple sauce with them. I leave the skins on, steam the cored pieces for 10 minutes in my instant pot, and then liquidize the mush with a good dollop of blue agave syrup. My favorite part is printing out and applying the labels. When I'm done, I feel like a
Yep, Brandon and Branson are back. We're 8 days into the enormous task of rewiring our house. Just today they found one more nob and tube, so back they went into the attic and the basement crawl space to thread new wire into the house. They continue to be cheerful, even tempered and hard working. I'm impressed. Today, Branson was replacing our front door exterior light, which we'd bought at Lowe's, when he discovered that the twirly knob thingy at the top of the light wouldn'
After 20 years of living in a house that was built in 1928, we finally decided to rewire. Much of the original wiring is still in place and working, but safety is an issue. We've hesitated for so long because it's expensive, very expensive, and there's not much to see at the end. It's not like painting the living room wall red. which everybody notices. So this week, Brandon and Branson, two electricians from Master Electric Services, have gotten to know our house better than