Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
It’s seen by so many as a negative term, & I suppose in many instances it is… but when I am feeling overwhelmed with several almost-finished projects it becomes a very effective tool to “encourage” me.
I occasionally take on a bit too much, or get partway finished with one project & decide to start another one. It’s fine for a while but at some point there are really just too many things going on in this tiny little room. It’s official… I’ve reached capacity.
In an effort to “encourage” myself, I have purchased materials for a new project (seems counterintuitive, I know) but I’m not letting myself play with them until I finish the following:
Baby gift- due this week. Yikes! Ever tried to paint something plaid? No? Then no judging!
Family tree- I’ve been working on this one pretty consistently, but Baby Gemma has a big family (especially on her mother’s side :) ).
Gram’s birds- this is a thank you gift, I’m actually finished with the sewing bit of it, but procrastinating delivery because I’m not much of a seamstress & it’s a gift for a 90 year old who makes Martha Stewart seem like a bit of a novice. At everything.
I also want to list 5 items on Etsy- I don’t even have to make them. They are made… just take the photos, edit them & list the items so I can put the finished projects away.
So no playing with the stuff for the new project until this list is finished. What can I say? Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
If you are lucky enough, you will have the patience and do the work necessary to draw the terrified rescue dog from under the bed, or car, or house, one treat at a time. You will learn not to open the newspaper with a quick snap before you read it because the sound makes your seemingly tough rescue dog cower, remembering his life before you came along.
If you are lucky enough, the cat that showed up on your doorstep too sick to stand will always remember who saved him. He will rub his face on you every chance he gets, reminding you just exactly who owns whom.
And if you are really truly lucky, lucky enough to pick just the right day to go to the animal shelter, you will certainly meet someone who will change your life. You will show up on just the right day to pick out a border collie/cocker spaniel mix who got her beauty from the spaniel side and her brains from the collie side and she will be your very best friend. She will love you unconditionally and be thrilled to greet you every time you open the door.
She will chase ducks off your dock by the lake; sprinting down the stairs and out the dog door as if she has been shot out of a cannon- letting those ducks know they are not welcome on her dock. She will enjoy the lake and the sun and years later she will enjoy the beach and the Gulf, running out into the waves and chasing birds that might remind her a bit of those ducks on her dock years ago. She will roll in the sand while you laugh because at that moment she looks more like a powdered donut that the smartest dog on the planet.
On one very important day, she will wait expectantly at the door as you bring your miracle baby home from the hospital and she will spend the next nearly seven years dutifully guarding the child, because she inexplicably knows that child is part of YOU.
She will spend her whole life knowing that you believe you rescued her, when she has known the truth all along- it was really always the other way around…
if you were lucky enough.
Written for Mollie Bowden (1995-2011), and the people she owned- Gayla Bowden & Kat Crimmel.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Seven items have been “officially” checked off & there are several that are “in progress”. For instance, I have (34) encouraged people & (35) taken Maisy for more walks, but they haven’t been marked off yet. Maybe I feel like I haven’t done either quite as much as I should.
There are also a few that haven’t been accomplished, due in part to the fact that it is difficult to accomplish anything while paralyzed with fear. (30) Submitting something to an art magazine & (25) buying a fancy printer would definitely require movement in (at least) my arms.
The night before leaving on vacation, an hour after sitting down at my sewing machine to “quickly” hem some linen pants I found myself wondering if launching my new sewing machine out the 2nd story window would violate some sort of unwritten ‘birthday list’ rule. While I sat staring at the angry tangled knot of thread protruding from the bowels of that hateful sewing machine, I mulled it over… I would still be able to say that I did (11) get a sewing machine… it just might have met an untimely death before the end of the year. It would still count, right?
Don’t worry. I didn’t do it. The sewing machine is still sitting on a table in my studio. Clearly I still need it for (12)...
Learn to sew.
Monday, April 18, 2011
|Wind damage (at my office) from the storm|
Ralphie, the 20 pound cat was pacing by the bed. Once he realized someone with opposable thumbs capable of opening a can of cat food was awake, he decided 2:00 a.m. was as good a time as any to have breakfast. Also a thunder chicken & fearful of storms, he seemed to think a little food in his belly might calm his nerves. (Twice in the last week I have been startled into consciousness by the indescribable feeling of a large cat gnawing on my elbow as my arm hung off the side of the bed.) Ralphie is the “hungry” one.
And where, might you ask was Ron Burgundy, the youngest & smallest of the three?
He was downstairs, all by himself- front paws on the window sill, tiny nose against the glass, screaming at the storm. Ron Burgundy isn’t afraid of anything. Our very own little Lieutenant Dan in the crow’s nest, a la Forrest Gump…
“YOU CALL THIS A STORM?!?!?!?”
Friday, April 15, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
|I love that teeny tiny little crooked palm tree in the middle. It lives on a private island in Mexico.|
|I also loved the colorful houses we spotted from the catamaran, although |
I spent most of the boat trip to the island staring at the water.