My mom’s movie debut was a grand success-all two glorious, fishy seconds of it. 
Krogstad movies are megaweird. We had a blast at the SAM and then B&O’d the evening away with yummy food and drinks-I had my first brandy alexander ever, which was yummy, though I don’t think I’m quite as taken by it as Feist-and excellent artistic conversation.
Sam and I eschewed the parties and fireworks and had a very sweet, very silly New Year’s Evening together.
We sacrificed many mini marshmallows in a solemn(well, ok, semi-solemn.. er, um, fine then! T’was an absurd, gigglesnorting) sort of fire ceremony.
Woohooooo! My momma Blackbird, is starring in one of Karl Krogstad’s new films at the Seattle Art Museum!
‘The Perfect Show’, a series of short movies, airs on friday, January 4th at 7:15 and 9:00pm at SAM.
You may recognize the fishwife with the magical fish.
In which I invite friends over and we build a city full of strange creatures for dinner. Click on the pictures to enlarge.
Oddly, the kids weren’t much into the creating. I guess they’ve reached the ages when the lure of the laptop is paramount. Though I noticed they were happy enough to participate when it came to the destruction of our fair city with a bombardment of carrot missiles. 
But we, the silly adults, raised an awesome city of ham, jicama, mashed ‘taters, radishes, beets, cookies, cheese wheels, chocolates, malt balls, etc. My mom provided mortar in the form of marshmallow fluff and easy cheese(edibility=debatable, stickiness=excellent).
Ben’s car, motoring through town.
Mom’s fabulous Cookie Tower.
Rita’s centipede bug and my lizard.
Delayne’s majestic Rooster Tower, just before it surrendered to gravity.
More dinner sculpture(and the bombing) here.
WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!! At long last, I’m kilned again!
My delighted, grateful thanks to my momma, for her generous gifting, to all the friends who have bought my art lately to help me afford the sucker and to the rockin’ kiln posse who got my shiny, pretty new baby werkin’ tonight.
It was a chore and a half, cuz when Molly(our kickass new housemate) helped me haul it inside, we discovered-ackthhhbbbt!-the plug’s prongs were the wrong configuration for the outlet holes!
Molly(our incredibly handy new housemate) ran around-on her precious day off, no less, to hardware stores with me ascertaining which parts we needed and then rallied a friend to come help us change it out-Sophie and Jim joined in and the Fellowship of the kiln began… With much quaffing of beer, twitching, snorting, and manly hefting of screwdrivers.
Sophie kept us all entertained by perching precariously on the old, detached slide off Sam’s bunkbed(to keep her feet off the cold cement garage floor) and falling down it every time a good joke knocked out her proprioceptors.
I am SUCH a lucky woman.
Sam got sent home early from school today on account of the flood, so we celebrated by going to the Beaver park with BB to check out the crazyass torrents.
It was incredible-the paths were rivers, the sandpits lakes and the river? The river was a raging, gorgeous force of Nature.
It was so cool.
Pics here.
In which I am thankful for-
my pretty momma and…
Birds.
This Turkeyday I ate duck for lunch and stuffed a chicken with quinoa, cranberries, chesnuts and fennel for my momma Blackbird and me. We had a marvelous momma day at Magnusson Park.
Hurray for all the beautiful birds of the world, edible or not.
my momma started something with her eggplant o’lantern the other day…
She came by with a load of odd and bumpy vegetables tonight and M’kehla, Sam and I joined in to create an interesting edible menagerie.
more critters here.
Is a beautiful place. I got back from BM just in time for Sam’s last summer weekend before school, so I swooped him up and we went campin’.
Cap’n Sam commandeered a likely chunk of driftwood..
And lo and behold, the Dread Ship Log sailed the high seas! Tourists quavered before his mighty onslaught.
It was damn windy and cold, so we built a driftwood shelter and that was perfection. When my brave corsair got shivery wet, he came up and dipped out of the wind to lounge about in the nice warm sun, munching on trailbars and humonguous crunchy corn.
There was so much excellent driftwood lying around, we built some mini Goldsworthy Towers(note the pebble citizens escaping across Sam’s evacuation bridge).
The red sandstone cliffs were gorgeous and so carveable I couldn’t resist-we soon had a Sand Wyrm lurking about hungrily.
Luckily for the tasty-looking kids beach-combing nearby, Sam found the perfect driftwood rifle and made short work of the beast.
We celebrated our triumphant beach day with a gigglefest in our tent.
Where we discovered the ‘Cherrypie’ Larabar is much more accurately dubbed the ‘long-chewing sour cherry rectangle’. Truth doesn’t sell well, yo.
Ah well, we had chocolate chip cookies to resort to, so all’s well that ends well.
