Tuesday, March 31, 2009
what a wonderful weekend at wagnor, oklahoma, at the oqso retreat. it snowed, rained, fogged, and pretty much did everything with the exception of a tornado. this was the view out of the window in the main sewing room. what a view. the picture doesn't do it justice.
i was hung over when i got home from sewing, staying up late, overeating,friendly gossip, and just having fun. i love retreats.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
i got the urge to clean my sewing space today. it doesn't happen very often, i hope the mood lasts long enough for me to get the room clean. i have so much crap it ain't even funny. i am trying to purge but it isn't easy. i can give books, patterns, and gadgets away but can't quite seem to let go of my fabric.
i am going to start dying my own since commercial fabrics cost a king's ransom. if i get some dyed this weekend i will post a picture.
it is quiet today compared to yesterday. river and koty are not here right now and riley is taking a nap. i haven't heard anybody yell "granny" in almost 30 minutes. yesterday was crazy and me along with it. should of taken a whole xanax.
this is a picture of a quilt i am going to teach if anyone signs up.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
my life is my family. what would i do without them or them without me. i like to think i am irreplaceable, but we all know that isn't true.....
welcome to my world
i have the typical, modern american family. not perfect, but by no means broken. we are on the proverbial roller coaster of life, sometimes you’re on the straight and narrow and sometimes it’s a bumpy hell of a ride. we always seem to work things out. there are wins and losses, separations and divorces, fights and makeups, but through it all we have one thing that saves us. a sense of humor and the ability to laugh at ourselves and each other.
my dad never felt sorry for me or my brothers while we were growing up and things were bad. he wrote in his journal “hard times give you character”. when i was 17 and first read this after his death i thought what a jerk, but now 30 years later i understand. it’s all the things that happen in your life that make you who you are, good or bad. it would of been nice to get a pat on the head instead of a kick in the rear but that didn’t happen, get over it. i think we have turned out ok, not perfect but by no means broken.
ps the title of my blog doesn't come from me being fearless, it comes from me longing to be fearless.