Scrapped

My parents came of age during the Depression, an event that had great influence on what was saved and stored away for some rainy day need-it-now occasion rather than scrapped. My brother and I fussed and fumed and laughed our way through cleaning out their home after our mother passed away. A . . . → Read More: Scrapped

Discovery

 

Ladies and gentlemen, I have just discovered that after two whole weeks of activities and appointments cancelled because of snow and ice, a day-long evacuation of our home because of area wide power outages, the ornamental pear trees in the front yard are shaking their limbed fists in the face of . . . → Read More: Discovery

Threads

Recently, a glorious collection of blue wooden-spooled threads came to enliven my sewing stash, the gracious gift of a fellow thinning-the-herd family member. Over the years I’ve not done a lot of sewing with blues other than denim or navy so my selection of blues was, to say the least, slender. One . . . → Read More: Threads

Clothing

Admittedly, I’ve thinned the herd of clothing that used to be in my closet. But still, there are those cherished garments that I may have worn once yet will never wear again that reside sleeve and collar next to my current go-to wardrobe. Enclosed in plastic garment bags are my maternal grandmother’s . . . → Read More: Clothing

Serenity

Some art activities are just soothing. They feel good, they smell good, they look good. Without too much effort. And sometimes they invite a kind of serenity because of what they express. That’s what I hoped when we introduced last week’s art activity at the Lighthouse, a year-long, faith-based residential treatment program . . . → Read More: Serenity

Salt

The art workshops at the Lighthouse are a challenge for Theresa. Art doesn’t come naturally to her which often leads to frustration and a lack of confidence. She’s not necessarily alone so we purposefully offer a variety of art experiences for the ladies who are part of a year-long, faith-based residential treatment . . . → Read More: Salt

Dreams

I seldom remember the dreams I have when sleeping. I’m far more in tune with what I call waking dreams, the dreams that enliven my imagination – the I wonder what ifs, the step by step planning of something I hope to create, or the myriad ideas of how to use the . . . → Read More: Dreams

Melting

Over the balmy Thanksgiving weekend not much melted here in Southern California in the way of snow or ice. Yet that didn’t stop my son and grandsons having some fun melting other things.¬†Scrolling through an online series of photos featuring imaginative Pinterest ideas, we laughed and laughed at the paired¬†photos of subsequent . . . → Read More: Melting

Grateful Hearts

Thanksgiving is a season of gathering gratitude, spreading it feast-fashion around a table to be shared with family and friends…as well as the groaning table of festive foods that takes days to prepare and minutes to consume. It’s one of my favorite meals to cook. And one of my favorites to eat. . . . → Read More: Grateful Hearts

By Design

Some things happen by design. Other things happen with the most sublime serendipity…even if there was a certain lightly sketched design for the day. An art day hosted by my friend Susan at her home last Saturday. Ten to four. Bring what ever you want to work on. Spend the day making . . . → Read More: By Design