Years ago, when we first moved into this house, grackles would roost in the pine tree in the front yard, flocking here in the afternoon and going into a mad frenzy of clattering and screeching. I always imagine they've been out hunting and checking out the neighborhood and meet up to share whatever they've discovered that day. In the last couple of years, they've moved a street to the south and several blocks west, setting up their new home territory in a block owned by one guy who's let it all go to trees and vines and greenness--although, come to think of it, I haven't checked it out since The Big Drought. I don't know what it looks like now. Huh.
I miss the grackles in our yard, but I can walk over and get a grackle fix without the mess under the tree, including the occasional dead mouse, turned inside out. They do still drop things in the backyard: dog kibble, bits of cookies, a piece of hotdog.
Also years ago, there was an artist who showed at SeptemberFest, the annual art show on the grounds of the Museum of the Southwest, the home of the old Turner Mansion, which we walk through 2-3 times a day on our walking route. Her business name was Grackle Opera, and she had the coolest made-up story about the residents of Corpus Christi--which, of course, I can no longer remember. I have a couple of her pen-and-ink drawing prints. Recently I re-framed them and realized they were just promotional postcards that she'd matted and sold. Kind of cheesy, but I still love them. I can't find any on-line presence, and I haven't seen her or her work for years. [When I googled it just now, my own post from 2006 came up first.]
I love the name "Grackle Opera." I'm not a fan of opera--to me it sounds just a screechy as a flock of grackles--and so the name is perfect. I made that fabric journal page years ago, using some of The EGE's grackle photos and turning them into stencils. I dug them out and used them again, with some new ones, for this Jumpron.
Jumprons: they're a cross between jumpers and aprons--the kind of Cynthia Ashby apron that's not really an apron but is more like a jumper or a shift. I don't know why they call them aprons, but I like the word "jumpron" for these--it makes me think of a trampoline, and trampolines make me happy (The EGE bought me a full-sized one one year for my birthday, and we had it forever until the sun gradually ate away at the top and it began to tear).
This is the first incarnation of Jumprons. I was trying to get the asymmetrical, "Lagenlook" look to the bottom using just the fabric I had--some funky-colored linen I got on clearance and didn't even bother to dye. I realized later that what I wanted to do was not to curve the bottom like I did on this one but, instead, to make the bottom straight across but reallyreallyreally wide, the full width of the fabric, which is what I've done on the next ones--I've got one intermediate incarnation, which I've shown before, and then three others in the final incarnation of the shape, all in process right now. So I should have 4 more to show, but not anytime soon unless I get reallyreallyreally busy.
Bwahahahahahahahaha. Like he doesn't have enough to do.
So there's Grackle Opera. I'm moderately pleased with it. Check back later--I did a quick sweater embellishment that I'll show you as soon as I go buy some eyeballs. I thought I had some buttons that would work, but when I got them under the light, they had a reddish undertone that was just icky.
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