By Lynne, on July 22nd, 2015 A stitch in time…well, a stitch in time takes time. And it keeps you from other things like writing a pretty regular weekly post that’s been a fairly consistent routine for the last five years. Oh, and there were the three graduations and a wedding, trips to NY and CA, lots of wedding . . . → Read More: Stitches
By Lynne, on April 29th, 2015 // // b?1:0};var m=Array.prototype;var n;a:{var p=h.navigator;if(p){var q=p.userAgent;if(q){n=q;break a}}n=””}var t=function(a){return-1!=n.indexOf(a)};var u=t(“Opera”)||t(“OPR”),x=t(“Edge”)||t(“Trident”)||t(“MSIE”),y=t(“Gecko”)&&!(-1!=n.toLowerCase().indexOf(“webkit”)&& !t(“Edge”))&&!(t(“Trident”)||t(“MSIE”))&&!t(“Edge”),z=-1!=n.toLowerCase().indexOf(“webkit”)&&!t(“Edge”),ca=function(){var a=n;if(y)return/rv\:([^\);]+)(\)|;)/.exec(a);if(x&&t(“Edge”))return/Edge\/([\d\.]+)/.exec(a);if(x)return/\b(?:MSIE|rv)[: ]([^\);]+)(\)|;)/.exec(a);if(z)return/WebKit\/(\S+)/.exec(a)},da=function(){if(u&&h.opera){var a=h.opera.version;return”function”==aa(a)?a():a}var a=””,b=ca();b&&(a=b?b[1]:””);return x&&!t(“Edge”)&&(b=(b=h.document)?b.documentMode:void 0,b>parseFloat(a))?String(b): a}(),A={},B=function(a){var b;if(!(b=A[a])){b=0;for(var c=k(String(da)).split(“.”),d=k(String(a)).split(“.”),e=Math.max(c.length,d.length),f=0;0==b&&f>0);ja=function(a,c,d){return a.call.apply(a.bind,arguments)}; ka=function(a,c,d){if(!a)throw . . . → Read More: Reveal
By Lynne, on March 18th, 2015 I could barely walk by the time I drove home and got out of the car. An hour and a half nap was immediately in order as a chaser to a couple of ibuprofen. And nine and half hours of overnight sleep mandatory for a woman of my vintage to recover from a . . . → Read More: Unmasked
By Lynne, on March 11th, 2015 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? A . . . → Read More: New
By Lynne, on January 23rd, 2015 Somethings are chiseled in stone. Other things are set in cement. Which is intended to mean that somethings never change. But sometimes they do. Like we’ve been going out for Mexican food most every Tuesday night for over twenty-five years. And although we’ve found a Mexican restaurant we like here in Cary, it . . . → Read More: Cement
By Lynne, on November 19th, 2014 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 1907 . . . → Read More: Clothing
By Lynne, on June 4th, 2014 It’s been an usual spring at the Lighthouse in terms of the weekly therapeutic art projects. Some weeks there was no discreet end product. We’d simply spent the morning painting and texturing old calendar pages, or creating complex papers with randomly pasted bits of colored paper on a tracing paper foundation, or even . . . → Read More: Joy
By Lynne, on May 28th, 2014 Finding balance is the hard work of recovery. Right relationships with God and others, healthy choices, attitudes, feelings and behaviors. Easier said than done as the ladies of the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based, residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse know all too well. Invited to create a composition where the . . . → Read More: Balance
By Lynne, on May 21st, 2014 “How do you mix yellow?” You don’t. But that’s been a common question over the last six years at the Lighthouse therapeutic art workshops. So periodically we introduce a day of color mixing. A day of learning the basics. Given just three colors – red, yellow and blue, the ladies learn they can . . . → Read More: Basics
By Lynne, on April 30th, 2014 Sometimes things are simple. And other times they’re not. Sometimes they’re complex. Inexplicably so. Like taking numerous photos of the art work at the Lighthouse last week and having none of it appear in my smart phone when I downloaded the images to my computer. Fortunately I’d brought some of the complex papers . . . → Read More: Complex
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