Knitting, stitching, butterflies and erasure

 The Autumn Joy sedum are attracting gangs of bees and wasps and butterflies, including this lovely little blue one, tiny, greyish  underwings, blue upper, little red dots. Maybe a small azure, and I'm open to suggestions.

And the gloves are done, photographed in daylight they're a different color, but artificial light and daylight both give wildly inaccurate versions. They're a warm red/pink/cream mix in reality. 

And here's the latest wall hanging block, step by reverse step, in progress.. I'm really enjoying doing this one, using sashiko stitches to sculpt the fabric into shapes

this is where we are

here's the thread choice

testing out the shapes

from this group of colors. Yellow opposes purple, pink complements, so it's an interesting little visual experience.

On Twitter today, a wrong has been righted. Anne Louise Avery, a wonderful writer, and single parent,  has been through a terrible year of serious health issues. Last week she found her critically acclaimed book,  Reynard the Fox, an important income source, had now suddenly been attributed to another name, on Amazon and Google. 

They ignored her attempts to get it changed back until she appealed on social media. A storm of protest has now forced the change back to her own name.  Whether this was malice, she has undergone serious online harassment, or incompetence, we don't know, but will be alert just in case.

I feel for this since a similar, but more comic version happened to me some years ago. A regional newspaper did a big feature on my current exhibit, pictures, interview, bio, the works, double page spread. And throughout referred to me by some name completely different from mine!

I wasn't aware of it until I got calls telling me someone was pretending to be me, and claiming my life and work as theirs! I checked and wrote to the editor requesting a correction. A bit late, it was everywhere already.

But here's the comic part: everyone knew it was really me! They assumed it was a blunder by the reporter, or maybe a clumsy attempt at sabotage. This does happen in art reporting. 

I tend to think that the rushed reporter got her notes mixed and my name probably  appeared in some other poor soul's feature, claiming their work in some other field as mine! 

I don't think it hurt me in the end. But then it wasn't an income stream, so little harm done.

Happy day everyone! Tomorrow Handsome Son is coming to share Bad Food and bringing potato salad. A first Labor day with Handsome Son. Always up to now he's had other plans. Maybe he's seizing the day because you never know! I won't say that to him, a bit upsetting.

Enjoy your weekend, holiday or not. We are back in hot weather -- high 90s this week. Bad Food will be an indoor picnic.