Monday, January 30, 2017

Today was my fifth day in Tucson and finally, the sun has agreed to share some warmth with the temperatures rising to the 70's. After a morning spent gem shopping, hugging friends and an adventurous  lunch, we made our way to an old friend's home in a part of Tucson that most people do not visit. Once upon a time, this area was considered outside the city limits, rural even but you would not know it today. I love it. It feels old, mid century modern. Lots of gnarly trees, low brick houses, adobe fences. There was the beautiful cooing of doves as we sat on the patio and the sun making dappling shadows across our arms and foreheads. Restful and peaceful, conversations light and easy and the day became evening and evening drifted into dinnertime, more conversation, a look at the moon and Venus and little bowls filled twice with chocolate ice cream.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Back at it again today, trying to get a few things done and listening to the strong winds and driving rain outside the dining room window. Tomorrow, I plan on returning to work. I have missed my shop while I was home with this plague of a cold and I am thinking it has also missed me.

So anyhow, when I should have been making jewelry or getting together grab bags of sale items for the shop; I decided to drag out a tabletop full of paints, markers and colored pencils and unleash my inner need to draw and hop to it. I started two bigger drawings and did this small one for the top of my FB page. A new cover! I love my bird cover but someone asked me to do a love cover and here it is.

Now, to brave the outside storm in order to conquer the inner storm and get something creative done in the studio. Neither rain nor winds shall keep me from my appointed studio duties. Snicker...

Monday, January 16, 2017

Today, I am sick. I have that awful cold that is going around PT. Today is day four. Today I am sick of being sick, sick of chicken noodle soup, sick of television, just sick. I want it to end. I need to play and get back to the shop and make pretty things and chat with customers and eat french fries at Tom's place across the street and then come home and create new things in the studio and try out my new alcohol pens and paint ravens jet black and cast some concrete into jewelry components and take pictures around the neighborhood and draw up a love and heart image for FB because Geoff wants me to and here I sit sick.

Tomorrow is another day and we shall see if the rabbit hole of cough and cold goes away, once again planted in spring like flowers and a rainbow of color.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

You all know that I live a creative life. I make my living by combining several things that I love to do. I  make things, I have a shop ( actually several ) and I think outside the box. I am liberal in my leanings and wild in my imagination and color palette. I think a lot and also take mind vacations by loitering on the internet, watching television, reading people magazine and just sitting in a rocker outside on warm summer evenings. I knit and crochet to relieve stress. I am addicted to playing one hand of solitaire on the computer just before I close my eyes to sleep. I am one who believes there are not enough hours in the day to do all I want to do and I often get a second burst of energy just before I go to bed. I like people. I like speaking with people all day in my shops but when I am done and quiet calls me; I am just that - done. I am mostly solitary in my life outside my shops. Sometimes I think I should reach out more and meet new people and be out there, involved, socializing, whatever people do when gathering. However, it feels like my hand is reaching towards a lit burner on the stove; as soon as I feel the heat; I snap back. I have tried a few new things and activities this year and I will probably do more of the same  next year. As much as I love Port Townsend, it is really a place that respects your solitude and you much reach for more if you want it because it is not going to come in search of you.

Anyhow, all this has me thinking about a different place to live. Maybe I want to sell everything and live smaller. Lord knows, with the new president elect we may ALL be thinking along those lines out of necessity. Maybe I want to try another country where medical and dental care is done at a reasonable cost. Just reading of a friend who had to go to Germany for affordable medical treatment and her costs, including airfare, lodging and meals, still equaled one fifth the cost of treatment here in the US. That makes me angry and afraid and brings on sleepless, dark nights. How can this even be?

Maybe I want to live with my kids. Be closer to my son on the east coast. Mostly, I'd like all of us on the same family compound. A closeness not only in bloodlines but in proximity. I have more room to build on my acre of land.

Maybe I just need to feed my soul with more of the things I love. Maybe I should feel content with what I have. I already feel so much gratitude for everything. Contentment is likely missing though and no matter where I look, I just can not find enough.

Maybe all I really need is a bathroom in my studio.

Sunday, November 20, 2016


I certainly intend to write more in the coming days and months but for now I am trying to find my center as I reel in the results of our recent election. I, along with the rest of the world ( except maybe Russia ) will need to worry over the coming days and plan for the worst while hoping for the best. I am reaching down, deep in my very soul to find hope and courage, conviction and love and it is a little dark in there now. Stay tuned and when I can again feel; I will write again. Peace out my friends, peace within.

Friday, November 4, 2016


On Tuesday, Phil was inspired to clean out the garage attic under the pretenses of organizing it and
" finding something. " He came out to the studio with a large blue plastic storage tote and when we opened it; I was struck by memories and youth and young children and a life lived long past.

Inside were quilts of old fabric, all carefully hand stitched and pieced. Fabrics that I recognized were from the 1930's and even earlier. Other quilt tops that I had marked and cut into Christmas stockings and tree skirts. These cloth treasures were found almost 30 years ago when a girlfriend and I would send the kids off to school and then hop into her Toyota 4Runner and drive around the Virginia country side from junk store to antique store searching out things to make and remake into things for our homes and families. Our kids were young and so were we. We would laugh and pick over things, ever mindful of the clock and when we got home; we'd spend the time talking about our finds and the things we would do with them. I miss my girlfriend. She left us just as she was planning on moving closer to us here in Port Townsend. Suddenly, without warning in the middle of plans; she was gone.

I don't think I have made things like I did way back then. My life has been consumed with divorce, remarrying, having a surprise child and beginning a business. In my heart I feel a little ache, a little sorrow for the young woman I was then. I barely scratched the surface of that life before I was swept along into a new one. I miss those afternoons in Deb's kitchen and my dining room. We talked so much. I was never closer to anyone. Memories I will treasure the rest of my days and even now I can close my eyes and see our kids, running around in the yard, playing while we dreamed and made memories for each other. Quilts of life, many colors, memories and friendship joys.

This quilt wears sneakers.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

In My World

Here in my little world where the days start early and end falling asleep in my living room chair; I paint and dream, color and plan, knit and visualize - all the creative things I want to do and make as I find time. Sunny days should give me more energy but it is the cool, gray, wet days that inspire my creativity. I can hunker down in the studio or at the shop and make things. At home I play a bit, work a bit for the shop and then play some more.

At the shop, I rearrange beady treasures, play a bit, help customers, visit other merchant friends, do repair work and keep moving forward on a path that delights me. Socially, I am the butterfly that flits here, there and everywhere onto the perfect purple nectar giving flower.

I have not been doing shows on the road and even though I really, really thought I would miss them, I do not. I can take my sweet time with a customer, linger over a tea with a friend, spend time just contemplating a project I want to do. ( Like tackling lace knitting next week! )

Here in this world, politics leaves me alone. Friends share a common vision of peace and love and I am reborn in the delight, with the delight, of being and remaining creative.

First fall bloom. I love yellow at this time of the year.
Stacks at the old tidy bowl.
Graffiti, at the Wave Viewing Gallery, which I admire for its cultural significance and hate
for its disruptive, community marring markings.