Morrisa Sherman

@morrisasherman.bsky.social

Artsy homemaker and surreal dreamer

Huge, fancy, horribly rough-edged itchy tags, not just tacked on, but FRENCH-SEAM SEWN IN, so I must open a seam and resew the dress to keep these motherfuckers from giving me a bleeding rash on my neck are VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. Mend your ways, Farm Rio. (At least it was a sale on sale purchase.)

photo shows a stoopit arrogant giant tag with a novelty cutout shape and colorful threads that I removed from a dress, and the open edge I must sew shut again, but you can't tell from looking at the photo what it feels like, that it isn't merely itchy, it has an edge keen and rough enough to cut breakfast toast.  Jeezis, stop advertising, Farm Rio. I ALREADY BOUGHT THE DRESS.

I'm modeling a gift mixed yarns crocheted scarf and hat that I made on request for a deserving gothling. I finished them, I tried them on for a selfie, I mailed them off, and now in my home they are naught but a Bluesky post!

Selfie, eyes lowered, small smile.  I'm wearing a finished crocheted beanie and scarf, in a blacks, grays, and reds colorway.  They're both crocheted in rows of simple double crochets, back loop only insertion, to make those nice ridges between rows, and each row is made of at least two yarns held together, for a painterly look, and a warm thicc fabric.  Another selfie in the hat and scarf, this time looking at the lens and grinningPhoto shows the gothy black-gray-red scarf and hat on a hardwood floor so they're easier to see.  For YEARS I've been making and gifting these stashbuster mixed yarn scarves and hats with boxes of my deceased mother and sister's inherited project leftovers and yarns I pick up at garage sales and thrift stores.  Easy project, unique gifts. A photo of others I have made and kept, a hat scarf set in teals, blues, and purples, a scarf in candy reds and purples, and a olive-greens and purples scarf with long fringes.

Ooo, new friend! Spotted towhees with the adorbs "rufous" red bellies are supposed to be quite common in my area, but my usual birdfeeder clientele is mostly finches and doves. This is the first one I've seen in my yard. I hope he sticks around.

TOWHEE!  A dark hooded birb with a red belly and white speckles on his wings nibbles dropped seeds under my bird feedersSame towhee, slightly different angleOo, the white speckles on the towhee's other side are more dramatic!  I love that!  I am so easily pleased.

Remember how I struggled with a youtube video and learned the rank beginner basics of brioche crochet, and made a wee swatch? WELL. Since then I made a SCARF! Please clap. (It's shorter than I intended; the fabric scrunches. I'll know next time.) I intend to try a more demanding pattern next.

My good people, I present: The great tragedienne, Sarah Bernhardt, incarnate as TrifleCat! She has been fed, AND given treats. Her craft, perfection. Wasting no motion drawing attention to her own beauty, she directs our gaze to the plate licked immaculately clean, weeping in clarion tones of woe.

Trifle, a lynx-point Siberian cat, has a mostly ivory coat with dark tail,  feet, and tabby striped face.  She stands on the granite counter of the kitchen island, staring pointedly at a clean, white plate, not a crumb on to hint at the full breakfast or the treats she was already given. The imaginary audience can hear her clear meows in the uppermost seats of the gallery.

I made a brioche crochet SWATCH! It took a youtube video, and hours of pausing and backing up and unraveling little bits and doing them again, but I think I have a better understanding of the pattern language for this sort of crochet now, and maybe I can try something more ambitious!

Photo shows a purple swatch of a brioche crochet leaf pattern made by following a youtube tutorial video.

I was a car-reader growing up. I thrived in the role of passenger, sitting shotgun, reading voraciously. I recall commuting back home at night. My wonderful Dad sang old songs with his whole chest, and I squinted at texts in the shifting glows and dims of the oncoming headlights. I still miss him.

2 MRIs, thoracic and lumbar, this evening. I shall take physic to quell anxiety, enter a massive magnet tunnel, and brave its tumult and clamorous bruit with perfect stillness. The contrivance shall divine the source of my spinal torment, so my wise chirurgeon may know where upon me to cut. Magic.

Photo shows me in super comfy, cotton dress layers of a soft khaki sage and a buff-brown plaid.  I'm wearing a soft little green crocheted hat I made.  Trifle the lynx-point Siberian cat rests on my lap.  Until it's time to be driven to my MRIs, my big job for the day is rest in a recliner chair, stay centered, avoid nerve spasms, (nobody likes the shrieking) and be a warm lap for Trifle.

I listened to hold music for 47 minutes, long enough to use my insta-pot to make the leftover half rotisserie chicken into the base of a chicken curry, but I won't exaggerate. It was not long enough to also hand debone the meat. I HAVE verified my spine MRIs scheduled for Friday are AUTHORIZED🎉🥳!

Photo shows chicken meat strained out of an insta pot, sitting in a second cooking pot, ready to be deboned. I took the photo after the insta-pot had depressurized, JUST as I finally reached the person I needed to speak to in order to ascertain whether my two upcoming spine MRIs are insurance authorized. Whew!  They are, hooray!  Tonight's curry can be enjoyed in peace.

More beading funz. Between two busted necklaces and a lovely pendant off of a filthy cord plus some inherited beads and I was able to make me a long necklace, and a shorter one with a pair of matching earrings for my daughter. Shh. Don't tell her. Details in ALT texts.

Photo of a messy beading tray as I try to figure out how I'm going to assemble everything. There's ONE excellent antique porcelain dragon bead I got in China, um, 37 years ago?  Yeah!  It had been on a cord with a tassle, but the cord wasn't that great to begin with, and it had gotten very dirty and frayed.  I also got the necklace that yielded the large and small vintage cloisonné beads there.  The lapis curved beads and the bright-blue, round stone beads (probably died howlite, not speckly enough or quite dark enough for lapis) were from a different broken necklace, and with those along with small glass iridescent beads I inherited from my sweet departed sister, there's enough length here for me to share some of the precious cloisonné wealth with my daughter! I had two, only two, lapis long rectangle beads. Earrings.  Obviously. A closeup photo of the glorious, round, pierced-porcelain dragon pendant, now wired with beads on his new bead necklace home. You can also see detail of the large and small vintage cloisonné beads above the dragon.Finished!  Photo shows the long necklace with the porcelain dragon pendant, the short necklace with the dramatic three curved lapis beads, and the earrings.

I'm tired and sore after a grueling day of (checks notes) sitting upright in a chair. I have a dress I want to wear on Sunday, and I realized the 2 unfinished strands of crisocola beads I bought years ago in a mineral store would complement it, and well, that became my day! deets in ALT txt

I'm in an outfit of chocolate brown and blue, sitting next to a beading tray with green-turquoise crisocola beads arranged in one of the arced paths with vintage crystal spacers of iridescent teal all ready to be strung with small glass beads and tiny seed beads.  A necklace display that helps me figure out how the graduated lengths will look together sits on the table beside me. A view of the beading tray and tools with two finished necklaces on the black display OMG THEY ARE FINISHED.  Photo of the necklace display showing all four necklaces They are of graduated lengths, designed to be worn together, but individual, each strand has it's own clasp, so I can have the flexibility of wearing as many or as few as I want, and also for durability; if one breaks, they don't ALL break.They'll go great with the dress!  Photo displays a midnight blue dress with a splashy, abstract water-color-like print in jewel tones with the necklaces hung on the hanger neck.  The dress is hung against a white door.  The dress is winkled. I really must iron the dress, but, uh, tomorrow.  All that brutally athletic sitting up really tired your favorite gimp out!

Hey, Los Angelenos! I'm currently dealing with chronic issues and travel won't be safe for me for a while, and this pop-up immersive art exhibit will close SOON, July 31, sob. Please go see it, take copious photos, write about what you saw, and TELL ME ABOUT IT www.hospitalofemotions.com

Hospital Of Emotions | Immersive art exhibition | Los Angeles

A real hospital in Los Angeles is being transformed into a site-specific pop-up exhibition. Hospital of Emotions brings together 70 artists and art directors from a wide range of disciplines who take ...

hospitalofemotions.com

Also also. As well as baby capybaras, okapis, and flamingos, there's other animals at the Sacramento Zoo. As zoos go, it's small, but the animal collection is terrific, the enclosures are nice, and the zoo is very accessible for you fave disabled broad!

A zebra looks up from an important and delicious feeding trough and notices me. Me!  Eye contact, with ME!  I am utterly startruck. Magnificent and vast rhinoceros butt.   An orangutan casually shows off his intelligence and dexterity.  He is shading his head and eyes from the hot midday sun by draping a mat from the enclosure over his head, and even adjusting it for optimal shade.A young giraffe shows off glorious patterning.