A Revealing History of (Catherine's) Underwear

Okay, you are going to have to wait for the underwear. First - Party Dress!



I made Party Dress back in 2004. I still have copies to bind (and sell), and today I was working on that. I thought it would only be appropriate to wear one of my mother's party dresses while making them, so I put one on. Bill came home from work and took a picture of me.

I was pretty excited when my mother gave me this dress of hers. I remember it clearly from her closet. Party Dress is a book all about my mother's party dresses and how I played in her closet and watched her get ready to go out with my father. She was so glamorous and I ached to be like her. I have a few of my mother's dresses from when she was in high school. I love wearing them, but seldom have an occasion. It's amazing to me they fit, because my mother is 4-5 inches shorter than me. Usually the waists are a little high, but I wear them anyway.


My mother was an amazing seamstress, making many of our clothes and even wedding dresses for hire when I was young. I can't sew like my mother -- I pretty much have to stick to sewing straight lines. Still, I enjoyed adding stitching to Party Dress.

Here's some text from the book: "I played with that dress as it hung in your closet. One push and your entire rod of dresses would dance - swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swaying to a stop." and "You were a starlet with hair pinned in a French Twist. Pssst, pssst, the Aqua Net called from your vanity. Sparkles floated around your shoulders." I would like to do another edition someday with a different design. Only because I have more paragraph/pages of text to add in. I would definitely do something simpler though!

Okay, as if one cut out dress book wasn't enough, a few years later I made "A Revealing History of Women's Underwear." I have even more copies of this to bind, as it is a much larger edition. (The stitching is "knots" on this one, holding the top foredge of the folios together. Simpler.) Here are some pictures:





Unfortunately I haven't taken slides of any text pages, but there are 9 of them - a long piece of text I wrote and had edited and worked on for several years. It is justified left and right to fit the shape of the book. The history of underwear is pretty informative and can teach you a lot about politics, class, women's freedoms (or lack of), and how fads can grow from odd things like hiding a pregnancy. (There's some other juicy bits probably not allowed on this G rated blog. You have to read the book, or do the research yourself!)

And now for the history of my underwear...

It occurred to me today that I had a photo of myself in a crinoline and "bra" outfit - the same as the clothing in the last print in the book! I couldn't believe it. (Not the actual clothing. The prints were made with Barbie doll proportioned clothing that would fit into my printing press and pressure printed.) This photo was taken 20 years ago. My younger sister was standing next to me, and I cropped her out because I don't think she was quite G rated in this photo. We were going to a girl party, and asked to dress up in lingerie or something, I can't really remember. Maybe this is when my under wear book became a twinkle in my eye, I don't know, but I find it interesting to look back on this photo and give it some thought. (My sister lived with me for one very fun year when she was 20/21 and I was 28. She is super creative in different ways than me and I would love to co-create with her again.)

After taking a break from writing the blog and going to bed last night, I remembered a time not long after my sister lived with me when my mother sold underwear at women's in-home parties! So another link between Party Dress and A Revealing History of Women's Underwear. My mother has always been an amazing salesperson. I am sure I could do a book someday about it. I'll have to think on that. And there's a little bird telling me there is yet another women's dress book in my future, but I am keeping that under wraps for now.

Besides binding party dresses and underwear, the weekdays are about the subscription - yes, I swear I am working on the next issue. I am pretty excited about it and will tell you all in advance it is called "How Strawberries Came To Be: A Cherokee Love Story." If you are not a subscriber, but would like to be, contact me and I will send you the prospectus. The price goes up as the year passes by....

Weekends are rarely about books and studio work. Maybe reading books for pleasure, but usually it is about the garden, the kitchen, hiking, and the grandkids (most often Emily who lives nearest). The last few weekends have been packed full and here are some highlights.

We dug up about 60 pounds or more of potatoes - 4 varieties.

We split and stacked the last of 3 cords of rounds.

We made and canned applesauce (thank you Phil for the apples!)

There's always time for nature, exploring, swinging, tree climbing and getting close to the crawly things. Emily will pick up anything but spiders. And she loves to feed the roly-poly's to the carnivorous plants. (Note her magic wand!)

The fall garden is full of yellows and purples. So beautiful.





That's all for now -- back to work!

Sacred Geometry

This set of geometry drawings shows 3 "seeds of life" on the side - one of each done by Bill, myself, and our friend Don (top from bottom). Don was inspired to overlay the three for this beautiful collaboration.

Every two weeks on a Sunday evening my sweetie Bill and I gather with a group of interesting people to "do" sacred geometry. I am often asked "what is sacred geometry?" and I am often told "I'm in to sacred geometry!" What I have learned over the years is that sacred geometry means a lot of different things to people. So everything I say here is my own experience and understanding only.

Bill studied cosmic mandalas till he learned their geometry. He then taught us to draw them at geometry group one night. All our drawing is done with a compass, straight edge and pencil. And then the coloring!

Cosmic Mandala for sale in Kathmandu market, Nepal.

Bill teaches our granddaughter McKayla to draw a simple form: "the seed of life.".

From Josh's sketch pad: "the flower of life."

Tiling detail on a temple in China.

As I have stated before, I got interested in sacred geometry through plants. It is often easy to see their geometry. I was amazed to learn things about the different spirals and how they grow. And then I started learning about square roots. Wow! I was venturing beyond the plant kingdom into the realm of energy and how it forms into matter (or not). It has been so fascinating.








Printed on a "golden" proportion rectangle of blue paper.

Many of us learn about using sacred proportions like the golden mean for art and design. And this has been a part of my application of the teaching. But I have to say one of the best parts is training your eye and mind to recognize patterns in nature and understand the energy/physics behind them.



There is a very spiritual side to sacred geometry. I have barely scratched the surface of this in my years of study and hesitate to say very much. But here is an idea of what I mean. In Nepal and Tibet there are temples of stacked shapes. If you grew up there you might learn that each shape as it rises from the ground represents water, earth, air, fire, and wisdom/ether and represent stages of enlightenment. The round base also symbolizes the entire world and the mark between the eyes in said by some to mean unity. In Islamic cultures geometric patterns and exquisite calligraphy tell their story. I am learning that islamic tiling patterns hold meaning that teach and inform you as you spend time with them. In Europe, as the churches and temples were being built by those knowledgeable of sacred geometry, some amazing places were created that awe and inspire those whose step inside.

A temple in Tibet

The geometry of a Vietnam War cemetary in the Philippines.

An experimental farming basin built by the Inca, Peru.

A temple in Hong Kong.

Fields of grain, China.

A temple in Patan, Nepal.

(You may have guessed from the pattern - this photo is of the doorway as you step into a great pizza place in Olympia - Old School Pizza.)

In Oakland, California.

The purpose for building in sacred shape and proportion is so a person may wander in, knowing nothing, and be informed through the energy of the geometric construction that was shaped to hold the knowledge and teaching. Of course if you were a mason or like-minded person you could perhaps walk in and take in the teaching on a different level - knowing what the builders were conveying more specificly. Our bodies and spirits are made of energy and there is a resonance that can happen. We all experience this when we walk into a place that is holy to us (be it church, temple, forest or meadow) and we can be moved to tears, hope, joy, and healing. Sometimes the geometry is used because it is beautiful or practical. But it is the element of transformation that defines the sacred, and the sacred creates the possibility of tranformation.


My interest in sacred geometry is very wide, and my application still growing. I am learning all the things I can do with it. And what does it mean to "do" sacred geometry in our group? It can mean anything! We study nature's shapes, we draw geometric designs, we use it for personal growth and understanding, we talk philosphy, astrology, numerology, and even about what sacred geometry means. We have made different sized golden mean calipers and so much more.

Seven is one of my favorite things to study. It's all about mystery. It's angle is an infinite number, and therefore impossible to draw/create precisely. It has magical mathematical principles. Seven is usually the geometry of medicinal/poisonous plants. And seven goes on and on. This drawing is from my sketch book.

So this posting is primarily a show of pictures taken mostly by myself, a few by Bill, and a few by my step-son Josh - showing many of the ways geometry appears in nature and in human designed projects. I hope you enjoy them!

A mandala of Josh's (it wouldn't all fit on the scanner).

Inspiration, Imagination, & Isolation

Grandma Alice and Grandpa William. Grandpa died before I was born.

I feel so lucky to have had such a wonderful maternal grandmother, Alice Blankenship. She was always a part of our lives and when she died it was a huge loss. From a young age I can remember my grandmother giving me plants to grow. Her house was full of plants. It was also full of an unimaginable number of dishes - more than would fit in the cupboards! Her kitchen counters were covered with clean, stacked dishes. Grandma was one of those depression era survivors who saved every newspaper and article of clothing and broken chair, because you just never knew! It sounds messy, but I remember her house as being very clean. She lived in the desert in a rickety house at the bottom of Bear Mountain - a perfect fairy tale grandma house.

My cousin and brother with the famous blue pickup in front of our house.

We called Grandma Alice "Granny-in-the-blue-pickup." Yep. That was her name. It was so she would not be confused with our cousin's other Grandma. How this all started, I have no idea, but that's who she was. She had a big old blue truck with a push starter on the floor and a long bent shifter and round gear knob reminding me of a one legged spider. The passenger door flew open when turning corners, so us kids had to sit in the middle, or the driver's arm had to bang across our waists to hold the door closed during the turn. Life was exciting at Grandma's!

Grandma visiting. I am in the red blouse sitting with my cousins who would be going to live with our Grandma in a few years.

In particular I remember a lemon tree growing in a milk carton I brought back from her house in Black Springs, Nevada to plant in our front yard. I was about eight years old. It died after a few months. I probably over watered it. I treasured every single thing my Grandma gave me, so it was distressing that she would keep giving me plants, and they would keep dying. Around the age of 12 Grandma gave me a Christmas cactus. It lived, but didn't bloom. Everything else kept dying. The fall of my 15th year we visited Granny-in-the-blue-pick-up (now driving a blue station wagon) in the hospital. She had breast cancer and had already had a mastectomy a few years before. When Grandma and I were alone she told me I had to take all her house plants home. This astonished me. It meant she was dying and it meant she trusted me to care for them. I couldn't take it all in. I said no, but Grandma said yes. A few months later my Grandma died and my mom went without us to the funeral. I was disappointed to miss the funeral, but the up side was Mom came home with the entire car packed with Grandma's plants for me! If we had been in the car there wouldn't have been room. Somehow Mom got these plants through all the agricultural check points. It was some kind of miracle. The Christmas cactus also bloomed that winter for the first time.
This is how the love and caring of plants grew in me, through my Grandma. Since her death, plants have been a part of my life in a very conscious way. One summer about 10 years ago one of my nieces was visiting. I was showing her all my favorite Seattle places. One of them being the arboretum at Volunteer Park. When I asked my niece if she enjoyed the outing she said yes, it was okay, but she didn't worship plants like I did. This statement shocked me. It was the first time I saw this aspect of myself through someone else's eyes. Of course my passion isn't going to be everyone else's passion, but these were plants and flowers! And I wouldn't say I worship them, though I could see how it would look like that to a young person.

Plants have been a powerful connection to my grandmother. I believe she somehow gifted to me the ability to care for them without killing them. By the time I graduated highschool I had 115 houseplants in my bedroom alone. I had herbs growing outside in the yard, and I was beginning to dabble in plant medicines. I had taken horticulture in high school and decided I wanted to be a botanical illustrator when I grew up. I didn't become a botanical illustrator in the usual sense, but as a book artist, plants have been my primary inspiration.

The 'May Day' of May Day Press comes from getting my first printing press on May Day. Already I was making paper things and had a business name of May Day - because May Day is my birthday! It has always been a favorite holiday celebrated with May poles and baskets (plants and flowers). I had actually decided to change business names with the introduction of printing into my work - but getting my press on May Day seemed a sign I should keep the name.
Here I am on my fourth birthday with my May Pole cake my mother made me very year until I played with the plastic decorations to death, ruining them for future cakes..

And on my 28th birthday with friends in the rain, still making May Poles and May Baskets.


The first thing I felt I had to do was make a book dedicated to my Grandmother. This book is called "Book: A Cherokee Primer." My Grandmother is Cherokee from her father's side and I wanted to honor my Grandmother and our lineage which I feel infused so much of the ways of my Grandmother. "Book" is about the creation of the written Cherokee language by Sequoyah with images titled in both English and Cherokee. Alisa Golden was kind enough to feature this book in her publication "Unique Handmade Books" published by Sterling 2001.

Initially I thought my letterpress work would be more about printing poetry chapbooks, but somehow I just kept creating things to honor people, like my fabulous English teacher Vince Wixon and his poetry. Then there was another Cherokee book, a creation myth. Then the books about plants, seeds, and flowers begin to spill forth. The studio became the place to take my passion and honoring of the green world and create. The botanical artist in me came to be!
"The Science & Spirit of Leaves" - Cherokee plant medicine wheel (above). A photo of the flip side of this book was published in "500 Handmade Books" 2008 Lark Books.
And of course I had to make a hand painted, hand cut, origami, letterpress printed May Basket for my May Day Press 10th anniversary in 2002!


Of course I couldn't do this if I didn't stay skin to skin with the plants. The plants have taken me marvelous places. About 7 years ago they took me into sacred geometry, and from there into the constellations of stars and the orbits of the planets. How this happens I am not sure, I just keep delving into plants through time spent in nature, books, and sharing with other people. Studying sacred geometry has been a deepening that has begun to infuse my studio work, much as plants always have. So you will see more of that in my work. Plus, the plants continue to be my teachers, and who knows what will come next!

"Venus" a broadside about the mythologies of Venus and how they relate to the physicalness and geometry of the planet in relation to Earth.

So now you all know why I make the things I do, have the garden/plant subscription, and appear to worship plants. This is all to tell you I will be going on a retreat into nature, into the woods for 8 days and 7 nights. I will be on a limited fast. This will be my last post till after I return. This is not my average camping trip (no chocolate, camera, bathing, or socializing). This is a time of quiet meditation and retreat from the consensual world. It is a time to be away from the habits, needs, and noises of my daily life and just be in the woods with the plants, the sun and rain, and I hope, the stars. We'll see what I can make of it.