Monthly Archives: October 2015

Sunday Morning Sunshine


Ever have one of those mornings when you just want to lay around and soak up the sun coming in the window across the bed. You lie there with the dog, snuggling next to you. Actually he’s taken up most of the bed, he slept so close at your side all night, that your body aches. Yep, happens all the time. My bed could be as big as the ocean and he would still be at my side. All his life he has been in our bed, he believes we are in his bed, but whatever. He has to be against me. I’d be curious to know what he does when I’m not in the bed, I work nights too.
So then I move to the sun coming in the picture window in the diningroom, my plants are cast in the sunlight, its warmth on my back. The calendar says I have places to be today, my flock says in their best attempt, “stay home.” I hear them saying “do it another day,” but alas I move to the kitchen for a must needed second cup of coffee, and a splash of water in my face. Its sure to be another busy week, pumpkins to carve, stories to write, finish the doll, see the grandchildren, and of course there is always work, that dreaded four letter word, but go we must.
The sun is so inviting on this beautiful Sunday morning, Picture Book month is starting in a few days, I’ll need my strength for that too.
I wish for you all to enjoy your day, take in the sun as much as you can, meanwhile I will journey on.


The comforts of home


Its hard to believe we are already half way  through October.  I see pumpkins on porches, witches in trees and some dogs with sweaters.  My dogs aren’t fans of sweaters, as for me I love sweaters, but someone I live with likes to keep the house a bit to warm. I do fine in a t-shirt most of the winter,  until it gets really cold. What I love this time of year  is the natural comforts, flannel pajamas, warm kitties and dogs who love to cuddle.

My dogs and cats are big cuddle pets, my birds are chirping, what a life.  I brought all the houseplants in from outside, a few at a time. I also trimmed and repotted several of them, they were rehomed to new places to live so others could enjoy.  One of those I brought in is my Christmas cactus, it loved it outdoors so much that it has already started to form buds. I love to see the plants in bloom, even those which don’t bloom are looking good.  When the doldrums of winter set in, my plants provide much needed color.

And then there is the quilts. I always have at least five quilts in progress, some being hand-quilted, others on the machine.  And they give tons of color and when finished provide lots of comfort to a long winters night.

Or when simply spending the day on the couch with the dogs, gotta love those dogs. They go well with a pot of hot soup and a good book after the meal. While not looking forward to the cold and snow I do have plenty to keep me busy and warm all winter long.

Thorny, you were a special friend


My Indian ringneck bird Thorny went off to bird heaven yesterday.  She was by far one of the sweetest birds, she got so excited to see us whenever we walked in the room. Her little chirp as she expressed how happy she was. She never complained, even when I tried new foods because they were good for her.

If she didn’t like them she just fired them out of her dish, she loved being talked to, we sang to her and she would coo ever so softly. Her bright yellow color was a ray of sunshine every day. After having this bird or a pet in general there is always a feeling of sadness not only because they are gone but so is the voice. All of my pets are loved and give so much love, that the empty cage is a gentle reminder of how precious life is.

I like the motto of living every day to the fullest, because you never know what tomorrow will bring. My pets know this about me, they surround me daily with barks, chirps and meows and their daily chatter. Its reminiscent of growing up in a large family, it was never quiet then either.  I have to think of my other birds and pets who were companions to the one who died.  There is definitely a sadness among my birds that I notice, its hard to wrap my head around that one, it can’t be explained in pet terms.  But we go on, more love, more chatter and think happy thoughts.

Thorny you will be missed,  shine on up in bird heaven, until we meet again.

Fabric is what it is


As I sit at the sewing machine preparing another block for a quilt, my eyes wander to a stack of fabrics I set aside to make a doll. There are shades of blue, some red prints along with wool scraps. Next to that is another stack which is for the Civil war reproduction quilt I want to make. Those fabrics I set aside to work on when its cooler outside. I see them as great comfort fabrics for when the snow is blowing.  I know that is not a good thought, snow, but yet it still happens.

I participate in a few quilt sit and stitches where we are always swapping fabrics and scraps, this is like giving away your first born or the all time favorite sweater perhaps. Because I do a variety of sewing projects I don’t know what I need six months from now. I keep lots of little scraps for my dolls dresses, quilt blocks, or scrap quilting. So therefore, I have lots of fabric in many colors, and its great eye candy. If I’m stumped for how to dress a doll or a witch, I can look through numerous fabric bins for inspiration.

It is also a blast, to go on shop hops, all the fabric stores always have great selections to choose from, we get a chance to see whats new and buy more fabric. One might say more fabric, are you kidding.  Of course, some collect shoes or purses, others enjoy sports memorabilia. Me, its fabric. My mother had this theory with clothes or shoes, if you haven’t worn it in six months it needs to go. Well, I will always remember that.  I cleaned out my closet of things I haven’t worn in more than a year and donated them to a very worthy cause to help the homeless. But as for my fabric, I have to ponder that a bit longer before I separate myself. After all, if a rag doll needs a scrappy dress or  I have a need for 30’s fabric, it can most likely be found in my stash. So thanks Mom for the advice, but I can’t apply it to my fabric, and don’t get me started on the buttons or the embellishments, or the crazy quilting. Until next time, I’m adding the finishing touches to my Crazy Winter sampler, it is so pretty.

Remembering Mom


Time passes by, days turn into weeks, the next thing you know five whole years have gone by. I still miss your face, your smile like it was yesterday and I was saying good bye after the holiday weekend.  I still recall sitting by your bed at the hospital praying you would soon be well. I would be stitching on my quilt or doing some embroidery and you would watch me, commenting on how much you loved my work.

I’m still quilting Mom, I enjoy it very much, I’m still making dolls, and as you would expect, life goes on. But I look at life differently now.  We can never get back what we had with you, but I can share memories of you with my grandchildren.  I can remind those I love, “Mom did it this way,”  or if Mom were here we would do it like this.  Your memories will go on forever, I see your face when I look at Olivia, our granddaughter.  She has your spark, I see you in my sister Kathy, who is a very strong young woman.

A lot has changed in five years, some for the better.  We work harder to stay in touch, although it isn’t always easy.  But you would be proud to know that we try.  As I take another stitch in this quilt I think of you, there will always be another quilt, but only one you. I am blessed to have had you in my life and to be your daughter. With all my love.

Paying it forward


Last year I was a speaker at our DWW writers conference, it was a great day. My topic was building your character, fleshing it out. Those in attendance seemed to enjoy the workshop, I know I did. Writing is hard work, especially when you balance it with work, life and other interests.

Writers are good people, we are like all of you, some of us just have many facets to our thought processes, you know two or three, sometimes ten characters in our heads. Don’t get me wrong, that is the life of a writer.  For me, I’m not complaining, its another day just hoping I can get them all down on the paper.  There might be three children talking at once, the cat whispers and I’m creating a dialogue between two women.

It is real.

But oh so entertaining, my only thing is not enough hours in the day.  Some days those characters just have to wait their turn. Meanwhile I go to work, walk the dogs and cater to those who need me.  I must say that the conference was a foot in the door to just one of many doors to open for me in the months to come.