About once every 2 months, I finally sit down and sort through the thousands of posts I have in my reader. It’s not that I don’t like reading blogs–on the contrary, I love it–but, like Pinterest, I find that I spend more time browsing and poking around and that takes away from my productivity. Since […]
Don’t put your embroidery snips in your back pocket. You’ll either stab yourself in the butt, or shove the tip under a fingernail. Or both. Just sayin’.
When I was a senior in highschool, I had to write a senior thesis in order to graduate answering the question “What is man, and who am I?” Pretty serious stuff for a 17 year old kid (I remember I had based it largely on Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce, […]
…and not Tsukineko. I’ve been wanting a tattoo for a while that represented my best beloveds, but perhaps all those studies about the ancient world and magic were what made me superstitious about getting anything in writing. Well, maybe the star magazines, too. And all those […]
When I left for QuiltCon on Wednesday, I had worked very hard to keep my expectations to a respectable level, more to keep myself from vibrating apart from excitement than to keep myself from being disappointed! I knew it was going to be a great experience, and I think that all the hard work of […]
I traded some little girl aprons for some decent pics that aren’t taken with me holding a squirmy begrimed kid (although those can be fun), or taken while I’m holding my phone at arm’s length. I am pretty happy with this exchange! Come say “hi”, if you see me at QuiltCon!
Or, more truly, a commuter prop plane followed by a jet plane. QuiltCon starts on Thursday! One of my favorite things ever is the part of the book where the preparations take place: the organizing of lists, the packing of all the useful bits, and the anticipation of departure. Or, in my own life, the […]
I’m off to the funeral of a quilting friend today, Karen K. She was one of those ladies who, even in the few times I had the pleasure of hanging out with her in our quilting group, always had an answer for how to do something or where to look to find out more information. […]
Scene: My just-2 year old girl, sitting in her dada’s lap when we were out for dinner, drinking water from a coffe cup with a sippy lid. Lu: Mmmm cawfee, I wuh cawfee! *lipsmacking* yummmm! Me: Can you say “I love you, mama?” Lu: No. You silly.