April- Done / Undone

April- Done / Undone
seedlings planted / unsprouted and unsuccessful

seedlings  /  …seedlings?

Dishes done / unput away paint chosen / uncommitted

picked a color / but remain uncommitted

naps / more naps

naps / more naps

intentional beets / accidental garlic

intentional beets / accidental garlic

brussels sprouts /  chard / broccoli

brussels sprouts / chard / broccoli / dreaming of summer stir frys

violets / unruly grass, reveling in our lack of mower ownership (until today)

violets / unruly grass, reveling in our lack of mower ownership (until today)

odds are good i ate this flower.

odds are good i ate this flower.

“The shortest day has passed…*”

“The shortest day has passed…*”
My mother, making the necessary, traditional cinnamon rolls Christmas Eve.

My mother, making the necessary, traditional cinnamon rolls Christmas Eve.

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G.

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G’s favorite way to spend evenings…and mornings….and afternoons.

Newt, in a rare moment of stillness.

Newt, in a rare moment of stillness.

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Snowstorm as seen from inside a tiny, warm kitchen.

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mint, jade and onions – enjoying a bit of sun

A wonderful, love-filled Christmas and a blissfully quiet and Schwarzenegger-filled New Year’s Eve.

Despite all my outward protestations that New Year’s is ‘just another day’ and ‘barely a real holiday’, every year I get pulled into the list-making, vow-taking optimism that comes with a new calendar year. I have no logical reason to believe that a 3 where there was a 2 will suddenly transform me into a new being that Dresses Smartly! and Cooks Dinner on Weeknights Regularly! and Balances a Rich Creative Life with Social Outings! and yet I still find myself some time in the early days of January declaring that this is the year I become more/less ____.

In the spirit of my hilarious friend, Sharon, this year I’m trying to keep it a bit ‘mo’ real’;

  • focus less on things like ‘becoming famous’ and ‘getting into shows’ and focus more on making art.
  • this I will do by cultivating a daily art practice and following through on current projects before starting new ones.
  • learn to cook more ‘intuitively‘.
  • run 2 half-marathons (one in spring and one in fall)
  • drink more water each day than I do coffee (because drinking nothing but coffee and wine in a 24 hr period can’t be great for my kidneys)

ONWARD!

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been eating an unreasonable amount of citrus and apologizing to no one.

*”The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer.  Minute by minute they lengthen out.  It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change.  It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour.”
–  Vita Sackville-West

Home is Whenever I’m With You

Home is Whenever I’m With You

This past weekend I had the honor of being the maid of honor in a wedding where both the bride and the groom were two of my best friends. The wedding, and all the events leading up to it were a blast of epic proportions. I saw best friends who I hadn’t seen (and in some cases hadn’t talked to because I am shit at keeping in touch) in years and it was as if no time had passed. Everything went beautifully and was so much fun that today I’m left with a ‘Funover’- a new term that I am inventing. A funover is when you have such a good time with such awesome people whom it is a rare treat to see that the next day you’re not only exhausted but also a bit listless and a bit blue. (It is my experience that funovers can be cured with restful activities like ‘Reading Lord of the Rings with Kittens’ and ‘Drinking lots of chocolate-mint coffee’)

Even though I’ve spent a fair amount of time this afternoon moping, faced with a TimeMage who could somehow transport me back 5 years to the time where we all lived mere feet from each other I’d have to decline (and not just because one can never trust a TimeMage). There are too many awesome things happening in the hereandnow- not just for me, but for the rest of the lounge rats ( jobs! friends! spouses! kids! new kittens!)

Missing people isn’t just a part of life, it’s a beautiful one- it’s a reminder that one has loved and been loved. This weekend was a fun reminder of how many people I love live outside of Columbus and how wonderful is the task I’ve neglected of keeping in touch.

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Pinhole Photography Workshop – This Saturday (Maybe!)

Pinhole Photography Workshop – This Saturday (Maybe!)

Some of you may have noticed a woeful lack of content here at SheepGoMoo. This is not intentional or out of malice, but purely out of survival- Turns out that when Cat Lynch is rejected from established art venues, she gives said venues the big finger and decides to create her own opportunities (and say yes to anything that does come her way to puff up her sense of self worth). This has left me very happy but very very busy, trying to keep “all plates spinning” as it were.

One of those plates is THIS:

Which, as of right now, is in danger of being cancelled- But YOU can help! All you have to do is sign up, show up, and have a good time. Easy-peasy! Not only will you have a good time, not only will you leave filled with new found knowledge, not only will you create and take home your very own camera, you will also make myself, Jeff Sims, and all of the Columbus Museum Happy. How can you refuse?

All relevant info is on the above poster.

See you Saturday!!

[am I the only one who think the word ‘chard’ sounds vaugely dirty?]

[am I the only one who think the word ‘chard’ sounds vaugely dirty?]

I’ve mentioned on here before that after art (and cats, and sci fi, and lost causes, and soapboxes) gardening- specifically gardening things I can eat- is high on my list of passions. In my dreams, I’ve started a gardening blog a lá YouGrowGirl where I write self deprecatingly about the trials and triumphs of urban gardening- which eventually leads to a book deal, a string of community gardens across the Midwest and the eventual vacating of my day job to spend my days painting, growing and writing.

Since this dream is about as likely right now as my other dream of building a time machine and joining a Japanese all girl leather-clad 90’s punk ensemble,I indulge in small doses. Like documenting this complimentary-colored chard that, despite an epic battle with flea beetles, survived long enough to become dinner last night.

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om nom.

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George loves him some greens

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seriously a pretty plant. planning on growing a ton more just for the visual.

The chard ended up being part of a chard-apple-onion frittata from Lynn Rosetto-Casper’s book How to Eat Supper.

(No pictures of the finished product because, as with most of my cooking, the finished product was not nearly as pretty as the ingredients.)