Closed Sign

This is an announcement for the people who actually do visit my blog. Good-bye for a little while.  I will be taking a hiatus from my blog. A personal leave of absence. You see… I will be busy.  SO busy.  Bee busy.  Busy in my studio. With steaming cups of tea.  My trusty little iPod.  […]

The Bunny & The Ninja

Sometimes life hands you lemons – and you can make lemonade. Sometimes life hands you lemons – and you need to get a little tequila and salt and call a friend over. Sometimes the lemons are rotten and worthless. And you can’t make a thing out of them. Those were my lemons the last two […]

Candid Carving

Sticking with generations of family tradition, we are among the countless families who carve pumpkins for Halloween.  Each year we choose our pumpkins.  Each year we wield knives and tools.  Each year our creations are photographed for the scrapbook.  And each year they all take their place on the front stoop.  Forged and frozen smiles […]

Ghost In The Tree

This year my six-year-old son asked if he could unpack the Halloween decorations.  As well as assist in their placement.  I thought it over carefully for about a half second.  And when nothing catastrophic came to mind – I delivered the best news he’d heard all day… “YES”! I sat back in the recliner and […]

Whining

I DON’T WANNA DO THE DISHES OR THE LAUNDRY OR COOK DINNER OR VACUUM OR CLEAN UP THE HOUSE OR RUN ERRANDS BECAUSE I AM JUST ALREADY WAY TOO COLD ALREADY!!!!!!!! And it’s not even November…

Something Wicked

It’s late October.  It’s fifty-four degrees.  It’s unreasonably windy. Again. A Xerox of yesterday.  Gusts of up to sixty miles an hour.  Shingles are blowing off house-tops.  Leaves and branches are stripped from trees.  Fall decorations are transplanted from one yard to another. And the sound of it all. An insurgence of bitterness.  A malicious […]

Hanna J

I am one day late.  And I apologize. Something about dishes.  Laundry.  Cleaning.  And grieving. Something about eighteen hours at work.  Sandwiched between Saturday morning.  And Sunday night.  And grieving. Something about losing track of time in my studio.  For hours.  And hours.  And grieving. Something about physical therapy.  And ice.  And heat.  And grieving. […]

Grandma’s Afghan

Last week I posted about my sewing chair.  I posted that I don’t know its history.  I posted that it now permanently lives in my studio.  I posted that Charlie has recently taken to sleeping there. I also posted that an afghan made by a very special person is always draped across the back. The […]

Daily Chai

This… is the stuff of heaven. This… is pure bliss in a cup. This… is creamy deliciousness at its best. This… is my favorite daily indulgence. THIS… is Oregon Chai Tea Latte. Made with hot milk and served in a favorite mug. This… is the cure for a thousand ills.

Name My Sewing Chair Please

I have this chair.  This old wooden chair.  Which presently inhabits my studio. I can’t remember how it was acquired.  So there is no story.  No nostalgia attached to the piece.  No history I can share.  I just know I’ve owned it for a lot of years.  More than I can remember.  And I also […]