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Cherry Icing

Posted in Art, constructions, cute, etsy, family with tags , , on May 24, 2010 by darcyarts

In the big build up to half a dozen the latest is a donut with cherry icing and no sprinkles.

The color was is pretty and powerful that it deserves to stand by itself. That and the fact that not many bead sprinkles show up well on this intense field.

I love this donut. Yes, I love them all but this one is so big and pretty! It measures about 20 iches across and is 5 inches high.

This much color will really brighten a room, baby.

I can see these tossed on the bed or on a soft clean rug for a toddler to crawl over or sit in.

I know my daughter would have happily occupied a donut pillow hole while watching Muppet Family Christmas, her first favorite TV offering.

I was going to school back then and had not yet given free reign to my maker instincts. I had my hands full with two kids and college.

Here is Miss Jess in a sweatshirt turban looking badass beside Keith Richards and beneath the Blues For Allah poster.

I wish I had a time machine so I could make her big donuts and all the pretty dresses she craved as a very small girl.

I think Brian would have liked the donuts as well. They make for very comfy lounging.  Time machine, time machine, time machine!

Does every mother wish to turn back the hands of time ?

My kids are so cool and now as young adults they touch my heart and blow my mommy mind with their brilliance and goodness.

They are poised and kind and funny, funny people. I am so blessed to have be related to them.

Ah, back to the work at hand.

Three or four sets of 7s need to be stuffed and  I should definitely start today. I think I’ve got three sewn with two more sets to go. I also have three letters to cut, sew and stuff. Shipping begins this week. I’ll roll them out one big box at a time.

Potential boulder in the road –> I call the court about jury duty this evening.

No more donuts for a while though I’ve got two others nearly finished.

Maybe I’ll finish the last of the hand stitching on this donut with chocolate icing and red hearts candies. I’m so close to being done.

I want it on my donut stack.

This baby should be up at Etsy sometime this week. Yummy for the eyes.


!Help! Anybody out there who knows where I can get this caramel colored fleece (body of donut) on line please leave me a comment.


Photographic Memory

Posted in dreams, socialization, writing with tags , , , , , on November 24, 2008 by darcyarts

melivingroommirrorThis past year I have been conjuring familial/historical recollections based around a series of photographs. I’ve exhausted nearly all the photos that remained in my possession.

Don’t I look like a muppeteer?

I recently proposed a joint project to my daughter, Jessica. She’s in possession of the leopard print box that contains our family photo collection. I asked her to choose small batches of photos, things that she is curious about and I will tell her the stories behind them.

The first batch arrived Friday.

I’ll start with this photo on the bumpy paper that reflects light. Brian is holding his University of Iowa notebook. That is where we lived, Iowa City. Their father and I were attending the University and we started out in the barely livable cinder block student family housing. We shared the small two bedroom place with an epic number of cockroaches. It was kinda grewsome, not the cushiest environment.

jessicabrianuofiowahousing Here, we see a two-or-three year-old Miss Jessica and her brother Brian.  He would be six or seven years old. They are both cutting up for the camera.

Jessica is standing on a chair and seems to be remembering when her little body had other powers. You can see it in her eyes.

As a small child it seemed as if she was a little disappointed to find herself back in the world and hindered from doing her full thing by having to spend time in a child’s body.

She wasn’t interested in television. Loved to climb, to dress up and be a tad theatrical on occasion, but in a self-possessed, stealth, two-year-old way.

The housing was creepy but the kids had lots of other kids to play with and a little playground right outside their door. Despite the massive snowfall which seemed to come in October and leave in May, they were out there playing. In the summer the weather could turn horribly hot and extremely humid.

Brian loved being physical, running, jumping but he loved the social interactions, too. Brian made friends with everyone who seemed to really need a friend. He was kind and fair and a deep thinker even then. He and I had great discussions about the nature of the spiritual world in the kitchen of the apartment here.

Jessica asked about the playhouse opened on the bench behind her in this photo. It came from the Goodwill on the main street which, looking at a map was probably Iowa Street. All the toys at this Goodwill, no matter what size, shape, or weight, cost 25 cents. We eventually had a roomful of them.

Here is a photo I’m adding. It was taken in our bedroom in Iowa City.  I liked to adorn Jessica with headresses when she was a little bitty thing. This is actually a rolled up yellow T-shirt. Perhaps I must have been responding to some part of her personality or a vague memory of her past life as a royal. Or maybe I’m just trying to match her to the Keith Richards photo, or recalling my fave Keith look: him in a Bedouin type headdress.


Over the next couple of years Jessica  would insist on wearing dresses. She did not like pants or overalls or any practical, long lasting play clothes. She wanted frilly, girly things. 

When I was a child I detested being dressed up like a doll. My granny loved to buy outfits and we had to wear them on every special occasion. I felt naked with my legs exposed. I wanted pants.

At that time girls had to wear dresses or skirts to school. Convention, conformity are linked in my mind with dresses and skirts. I will get tarted up in my own fashion.

Jessica has managed her own fashion sense very well, too.

She’s a cool dresser.



How did we end up in Iowa City?

I had finished a year and a half at Fullerton Junior College with a 3.8 GPA. I had planned to attend U. C. Berkeley and was admitted provisionally. I was required to get a C in all my classes.  I was on my fourth straight math class. Everything after Intro to Algebra seemed like the most intense gibberish. I got a “D” in Statistics.

I was also accepted at U. C. Irvine but my then-husband Doug had already quit his job and did not want to stay in Orange County. I wanted to be a writer. I hated math. I was impulsive and impractical. So, off we went to the University of Iowa.

We were spending lots of borrowed money to go to school and we were very poor. We were sell-your-blood poor and Doug got pissed when I went the first time and was too anemic to have my blood drawn. Such a romantic period.

I’m being sarcastic. It might have been a good experience if my partner had been up to the task but he resented our move from Seattle where we lived prior to Fullerton. Junior college was much cheaper in California than in Washington state. It may not have been the best idea to pull up stakes but I wanted an education.

Still, I had embarked on this journey and I worked very hard juggling all my responsibilities. 

I wanted to stuff myself with knowlege that would allow me to write and create interesting things. I had dreamed that I would be able to breeze right into the U of Iowa writing program. It was for graduates, so that was dumb, but after a semester in the Department of English, I found my way to Communications and studied film with the best teacher in the world Steve Wurtzler.

Wurtzler is an amazing teacher! The best I’ve ever had. If anyone reading this is considering going to college and you have a strong desire to learn about the world through film, and from a man who is passionate about it, please consider Georgetown University. Wurtzler has won numerous teaching awards. He’s created nine film classes in their English department. You will never regret it. He gives you the most wonderful political and sociological context for everything you learn. He’s organized, sincere and allows you great creative freedom.

He was the first person to love my writing.

 And just think at Georgetown, you’ll be close to Obama, too.

Man, I want to go back to school.

Morning Herbs

Posted in music, nature, socialization with tags , , , , , on August 4, 2008 by darcyarts

The air is the clearest it’s been in many weeks and I was up and in the container garden checking on those aphids and trimming the herbs.

The basil is “going to town” as they used to say about a century ago. The tarragon is prolific, too, but it kind of grows out more than it grows up.

 We have regular and cinnamon basil. I have much more of this herb than I have dinners to cook in a month so I am drying this batch.

This reminds me of something. Hmmm.

Did you happen to catch this cover on when last passing through a grocery store check out stand? I saw it at Winco.

Poor Lisa Marie! Why don’t they just leave her alone? 

Isn’t she the Princess of rock and roll? 

Oh wait. I guess rock and roll does not operate on the dynasty system as successfully as Hollywood does.

Why not? Where did rockers go wrong?

Lisa is cool and her music is pretty good but can you think of rocker offspring that just kick holy-ass?

This pix is from popbytes.

I can only think of one and he didn’t even know his father.

Jeff Buckley was just as good as Tim Buckley (pix from rocksquad). Many would say better but they were very different.












If you have never heard Jeff Buckley do your self a favor and buy “Grace” today. The smaller picture is Tim Buckley in his druggy funked up period. Previously he was a beautiful, fey folk-boy with the world’s greatest voice and a very melancholy soul. Cool guitar and check out those shoes. There is a strong cult building around these two. Check the interwebs.

Jacob Dylan is doing a great job. HIs latest CD, “Seeing Things,” is really a pleasure. It’s timeless in its simplicity and easy to love for its gentle, straightforward songcraft.

Jacob said he was trying to write songs that seemed like they had always been around. He succeeded. It’s not an earth shattering, genre challenging work but he wasn’t trying to get to that place. It makes me want to sit in his living room, look out the window at the hills, and pet his big ol’ dog.




Sunday I listened to a really cool show out of San Francisco via the internets at West Add Radio.

 “Ice Cream Sunday” is a show helmed by the witty and wonderful Moises Domingo Rios.

This is Moises and Miss Jessica Pratt (my kid) happy, happy, happy.

I love my kids. They are great souls from the other side, here now, to give my life that added sparkle and shine.

I’ll explain in more depth in my next post dedicated to the brilliance of Brian Michael Pratt (my kid).

Young, Gifted and Psychic

Posted in esoterica, socialization, television with tags , , , , , , on July 5, 2008 by darcyarts

Here is the first spider to set up shop in our container garden.

Isn’t it great that helpers find their way to the environment where they can flourish and do their part for the entire ecosystem?

Thanks, spider! You are perfectly welcome.



Yesterday, for work, my task was drive to the city of Mt. Shasta. It was one of the only locations within many miles that was on for the traditional glittery explosions in celebration our nation’s birth. It was fun to get out and talk to people and watch them have fun. I couldn’t stick around for the fireworks but it was a lovely way to spend the day. I hadn’t been north for quite a spell. Hadn’t been on even a short trip.

The last time we talked my daughter, Jessica, told me about a TV program she had been loving lately. There are two shows on A&E. One is a psychic-detectives show, “Paranormal State,” in which a small band of college students interested in the paranormal help people deal with ghosts or spirits. It’s usually a spirit or two who are attached to a place or home where new people now live. The lead “detective” had a childhood in which he experienced paranormal phenomena. His sensitivities didn’t blend well with his religious upbringing and his parents did not understand. This show is okay and there are some amazing discoveries but both shows weaken their material by adding scary sounds and freaky, shakey camera work. There are heat meters and alot of “Did you hear that,” “Did you see that?” questions between the ghost squad in place of actual phemomena.

The best thing between the two shows is the presence of Chip Coffey!

He is a psychic with his bona fides. He is very empathetic and he seems to have a calling to help young people learn how to deal with their gifts.

The second show, “Psychic Kids: Children of the Paranormal,” features Coffey. The second one I viewed dealt with three young girls, 8, 12 and 13 years old, who were having very intense experiences.

Their mothers were uneducated and each was very preoccupied with the thought that their daughter was mentally unglued. Part of it was worry for their child’s health. Some of the girls had headaches. All three were somewhat ostracized by peers and others in their midwest towns. But the mother’s were just clueless and felt fairly sorry for themselves. They just wished they could have normal girls.

One of the girls during an illness had been clinically dead for over half an hour. When she was revived she had the ability to see auras.

Another, the youngest, had a little boy spirit, Freddie, visiting her regularly. She knew his full name and the date in the 1800s that he lived. Unfortunately, she was also visited by the boy’s malevolent mother, Catherine, who would sometimes shove her out of her bed. A lot to deal with at 8 years old.

The third girl also was visited by a little boy, a very playful one who kept her up half the night. This made it difficult to get up early for school. She was “haunted” by a grown female ghost, too. This woman used to be her mother and was very bossy, often yelling at the girl and tormenting her. These experiences contributed to the dissension at home. This girl had the least perceptive and most self-pitying mother.

Chip Coffey worked with the girls individually. Verified that they saw what he could see, psychically, and then he brought them together, their mothers along, too.

The girls, for the first time had others who did not think them crazy but understood them and their unique way of seeing both worlds. Coffey made sure to get across to the malevolent spirits that they had to leave these girls alone and move on. With the help of a therapist even the mothers made progress in understanding their daughter’s predicaments.

The therapist also did research on Freddie and his mother Catherine Stuart and found a document proving their existence.  That did more than any other thing to change the attitudes of the parents.

“It’s all real,” said one mother.

Coffey is doing an enviable job of bringing light to an often cloudy world. I really admire him.

His web page is here.

Coffey’s interesting background. It runs in the family.

I ran across a beautiful quote related to parenting or mentoring by Lao Tzu:

“Be parent, not possessor. Attendent, not master. Be concerned not with obedience but with benefit, and you are at the core of living. . .”

“If I keep from imposing on people, they become themselves.”