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

New

There’s always something new up my sleeve. Combined with being a crafty (as in sly) grandma type, I had a very creatively fulfilling time this week. I also had the privilege of helping our pastor’s eight year old twin daughters and his ten year son learn how to sew. Their first project? . . . → Read More: New

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

Comfort

We’re slightly over the sixth month mark in our transition from California to North Carolina. Some of the predictable stressors have come and gone. And we are finding ourselves more comfortable than we imagined at this stage of the game.

In a part of the country where roads wind and wander . . . → Read More: Comfort

Gift

A surprise gift appeared in my mailbox last week. The large manila envelop from clear across the country contained the newly publish memoir of friend Martha Jane Petersen. Sweetly inscribed to “a sister on the artistic path,” this soft-bound volume Imaging My Inner Fire – Finding My Path Through Creating Art, is . . . → Read More: Gift

Chopped

The cardboard box left on the front porch by the stealthy delivery guy was surprisingly heavy. Heavy with more fabric purged from my generous friend’s stash back in Ohio. Within a few days I was standing before of the washer sorting the box’s contents into warm lights and cool brights wondering what inspired projects Jan had created with . . . → Read More: Chopped

No Guts, No Glory

I don’t have the guts to be a telemarketer. I couldn’t stand the rejection. You’d never catch me out and about the community asking businesses to donate gift baskets for a fund-raising event. I wasn’t endowed with that kind of charitable chutzpah DNA. But we’ve been blowin’ through the beads at the Lighthouse . . . → Read More: No Guts, No Glory

Enough…Already

Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent, that season associated with fasting. A friend on a sewing chatlist has challenged us to “fast” from buying fabric and instead sew down our stash. I’ve taken the challenge to heart and began going through bins of leftovers from prior sewing projects – banners, clothing, . . . → Read More: Enough…Already

Creativity & Pain

A friend from back East recently asked whether I’d ever explored the linkage between pain and creativity. She reflected on the profuse creativity of Frida Kahlo who suffered tremendous physical pain and Van Gogh who painted beautifully in the midst of deep emotional turmoil. Yet she observed there are those whose creativity . . . → Read More: Creativity & Pain