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Gobble Gobbled

By Holidaze

Logan came home today for Thanksgiving. Of course the thing to do while I cook is watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

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And maybe play a little with Snug during the commercials.

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While Logan and Mike watched, I got the turkey in the oven. I still use the instructions mom sent me the first year I ever made a Thanksgiving dinner by myself.

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I also made the potatoes and the green beans and the gravy. And the parade marched on.

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Then it was time to eat. And in ten minutes we were done.
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This was all accomplished by 1:30 when we headed to the movies to see “Catching Fire” the second in the Hunger Games trilogy (no irony in that selection I can assure you!) after which we took Logan and his ample leftovers to his home, made a mad dash back to our house to change clothes and meet my parents at Barbacoa for our nontraditional Thanksgiving dinner.

Because once again, it was time to eat.

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“Blessed” gets tossed around casually all the time. Heck, I get blessed every time I sneeze. But I do truly feel blessed to live such a wonderful life with such a great family, and for all of them, I am thankful.

And now I must go lie down because I think I ate too much. Again.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Gobble, gobble.

Jump, Logan, You Can Do It!

By Personal Her-story

Today’s the day we’ve been working up to. Moving all those piles of things in and out and over and around and up and down. Shifting rooms and room functions, turning one home into two. All in preparation for next steps, and new phases, and oh you know, the first day of the rest of our lives.

It’s an especially big day for Logan, though for now he’s pretty much just taking it in stride. I’m sure in time we’ll all know exactly how he feels about this transition but since he’s always had a different view of the world from the rest of us I suspect there will be some surprises in his perspective — whenever he chooses to share it with us.

So, in the spirit of sharing one’s personal perspective, I offer for your viewing pleasure today a wee retrospective of Logan as I saw him growing up:

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Taking the plunge is pretty exciting, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. This summer Logan went to McCall with Mike and me and we stayed in a wonderful cabin on Payette Lake. And everyday there was a good reason not to jump in the lake. That lake is cold! You’ve got to be fully committed before you make the leap. But on the last day Logan and Mike went down for one last attempt…and I caught the action on my iPhone. (It’s a bit like watching ants while up on a mountain but just listen to my voice and you’ll know what’s going on.)

Jump, Logan, you can do it!

Evolution of a Theme

By 2D & 3D

Yesterday I mentioned that quilts show up all the time in my work. As I sit here running through the house in my head taking an inventory of my art, I would venture a guess that were you to remove all the pieces that were inspired by, featured, or actually were quilts, you would assume that Mike lived here by himself, or at the very least that we only hung his art.

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Quilts started showing up with my art and domesticity mashup which occurred with the introduction of one Carolina Lorraine Chambers…

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followed seventeen months later by Logan Blackburn Chambers….

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I did say “mashup” right? I think that about covers it. Logan was born on Christmas Day (Surprise! He was due on the 29th.) and so I painted his first portrait with Christmas quilt patterns: Star of Bethlehem and Fir Trees.

I don’t spend a lot of time analyzing what I do, I just do it. Action Girl, ON IT! But it has always been clear to me that what is considered to be “woman’s work” is an art, Domestic Art if you will, and should be celebrated. Quilts show up in my artwork all the time because to me quilts are a “signifier” (damn that Art Criticism class) of home, family, connection, story and tribe.

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My tribe is made up of those who make art, who make home, and who make the two inseparable.

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Lina is all grown up now and organizing her own Big Ass closet in Chicago. Logan is getting ready to move into his new house next week. And still the theme goes on: I am starting a new painting of hot air balloons each with a different quilt pattern…Up, up and away? (Oh, you sly subconscious.) My guess is quilts will always be present in my home and in my art.

Besides, a quilt works great as a superhero cape in a pinch!

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