Thursday, April 19, 2018

Strong Women

Table top.  Christmas cactus and Easter kalanchoe.  The table, I think, came from my Steiner relatives.  It has a crack on the top, repaired with a large square nail.  And on the back, a different kind of wood, most likely repaired when the drawer crashed through the back.  Functional repairs.

I am thinking this week about strong women.  Barbara Bush, who exhibited such strength throughout her lifetime.  (And kudos to Melania Trump for carrying on the tradition of first ladies attending funerals of former first ladies.)

The pilot of that Southwest Airlines plane, who not only brought down the plane but also talked to the passengers after the landing.

The first and second place Boston Marathon female finishers.  The first American winner in a long time, and the second place finisher who showed up with no sponsors and little marathon experience.

Nikki Haley, who said this week, "I don't get confused."

Tammy Duckworth, who can now bring her baby to the Senate floor.

And all those women running for office, and there are a lot.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Spring Fling

Spring Fling by Anita Goodesign.  On a khaki tote bag.

Good days.  Spring rain, delaying the start of the kid baseball season.  Steph posted a picture of Aaron in his new uniform, all dressed up with nowhere to go.  And Nora's softball team played one inning before getting rained out.

I delivered some samples to work and that felt good.  Every day I have more energy.  The thermometer is gone from my nightstand.  I'm almost back to being a regular person.  I feel like I can make plans.

My studio has little snips of burgundy satin and organza from bridesmaid dresses I'm working on.  Almost finished now.  There is a good cleaning coming. 

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Travel Treat Bags

A favorite work sample.  Anita Goodesign Travel Treat Bags.  I love any bag with the zipper easily incorporated in the design.  The biggest mountain has a vinyl opening, the burgundy shows through from the back.  I used a batik for the back so it would show through with both sides being the "right" side.

Of course, once the bag is filled with snacks (pretzels, Carrye?) the snacks are what shows through.  I hope I have time to make a second one of these, with a different design.

My days continue to get better, I continue to feel better.  A little rest in the afternoons.  No longer spending evenings in bed.  Evenings are a time of just feeling grateful.

Today should be a day of warmth.  Wind in the afternoon.  No rain until Saturday.  I just paid my Duke bill for March, which was higher than the one in February.  Strange, this "spring" has been so strange.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Snowed Again

Again this morning.  I didn't expect this, but probably only because I wasn't paying attention.

I have lots to do - altering a second bridesmaid dress, some work samples, but I find that I am not motivated for any of it.  Whatever I had, pretty sure it was the flu, sapped my energy and my joy.  Today I will pick up my taxes, sign my name, and they will be on their way.  Come home and write the checks and then I can forget about it for another year.  Everything seems like a chore.

A stop at the library would be good.  For the past few days, I have been cruising on Kindle Unlimited books.  Mindless reading, the time goes by.  I am grateful for the Kindle books, but I really like the real thing.

Monday, April 2, 2018

People Racing at Keeneland

Sarah's Saturday race, Run the Bluegrass, bills itself as America's Prettiest Half Marathon.  Probably true.  Through Keeneland race track in Lexington, KY, itself amazing, and past pretty horse farms.  

It's a huge race, more than 3000 runners last year, with various prizes.  Age group winners get little whiskey barrels, for the first three finishers.  And for the third year in a row, Sarah placed fourth in her age group.  Sixth the year before that.  Those little whiskey barrels are elusive, but she had a great race.  And there is next year.

The couple of days flew by with visiting and eating and celebrating Steph's birthday.  A big sleepover.  All too soon, people and dogs were back in the car.  I hadn't planned well, and our Easter lunch was Skyline vegetarian chili, which is chili served with spaghetti with soft yellow cheese.  There can be onions and beans added.  It's a chili with cinnamon, different from the usual chili spices.  Actually, it was a great hit so maybe not so bad after all.

Steph fixed Easter dinner at her house later in the afternoon for her family and me with a yummy salmon, mashed potatoes, and many veggies.

And this morning . . . traces of snow on the ground.  Yes, it snowed during the night.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

On Their Way

Two of three dogs on the way to my house yesterday.  It was a very long drive from Asheville, with stops for dogs and food and race packet pick up and accidents.  But, finally, they were here.

This morning Sarah left for Lexington early for her Race the Bluegrass half marathon.  More driving, but hopefully smooth sailing.  And good running.

One of the stops was in Berea at Noodle Nirvana, which meant a wonderful bowl for me.  Ramon noodles, broth, tofu, zucchini, carrots, sprouts.  If I still lived in Berea, I'd be stopping there a lot.  My kind of food.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Moving On

Finally, yesterday, I spent the day starting to work on my sewing jobs.  And at the end of the day, it felt good.  Getting better.  I've had some kind of virus, I think.  I'd look at my blog and feel really bad about having the same picture.  Nothing new to say.  

Good Friday tomorrow.  My daughter was born on Good Friday, so it's a bonus birthday for us.  I made the birth announcements, flannel cut-outs of rabbits glued to construction paper.  Maybe some Easter grass.  There is probably one around here somewhere.

I remember being a bit jealous of my neighbors who had mothers who would come and help out for weeks.  Insisting that new moms couldn't go up and down stairs for four weeks or their insides would fall out.  I went downstairs to do laundry very carefully the first few times, just in case they were right.  No internet in those days to do a quick google to see if that was true.

By the time my second daughter was born, we lived in a different neighborhood with older two-story houses.  Moms went up and down stairs, and their were no protective grandmothers who helped for weeks.  Casseroles might come from neighbors.  Different perspective.