It's Worth It!

What are you doing in your life that is WORTH IT! That is something I have been thinking about as I transition to eating a whole foods diet. The washing and the chopping and the trail of dishes. It's worth it. I feel better. I'm inspired by all the colors that I am eating. And things taste so much better??

Feeding the horse I befriended.
Always have a couple carrots up your sleeve. Wander the neighborhood looking for glory- one can find it in creatures great and small.



Getting rid of the plastics in my pantry. Aren't jars just a little more romantic anyway?

Sewing is also worth it. It takes times like these when you can't quite make it into the sewing mood to realize that one should just go for it. The trail will end, forge one that is ever changing and full of new possibilities. If you aren't doing anything new/different/consistent, then it's just not that fun. Breathe in the mountain air, pet the smooth silken horses nose tip while he wiggles for the last of the local carrot; clear out what doesn't work in your life and make room for beautiful new volumes of words, phrases, and delights.
Tell the sun goodnight as if you'd never see it again. Follow the moonbeams out your window and observe the fields before they are cut.
Wander into your weekend alive and ready to alter on an instance.

Meaning of Life

Baker Lake was blissful, the sun was warm, the breeze gentle yet strong. And in a place such as this one wonders, looking at the forgotten tree stumps, the remnants of fires, just what is the meaning of life?

A little frog jumped up on a rock beside the water, and I hope that is a sign of good luck. I wondered if he questioned why he was here. And so I make my point that sometimes maybe life has no meaning/purpose but just existing as the little frog sitting just on the edge of where the water lapped upon him.

Pause Awhile

In modern day life it is so very easy to loose touch with things that are alive. This week I found myself planting some new houseplants and searching for the neighborhood cat I named shadow. She is a grey stunted tailed feline that likes to drool and rub against your ankles, but she only likes to visit briefly. The deer family was quite adventurous and though not pictured, the young fawn briefly nibbled in the yard. I love to watch them, but roses are their chocolate, so they also incite worry. So far only a couple roses met their death through untimely munches by the neighborhood animals.

I am making shopping bags for the grocery store so that I might save a tree or an oil well. They will be far more elegant loaded in the back of my small SUV. Sorry, no hybrids for me. I serged and re-in forced stitched then so they will be strong. However I decided to make them small enough so that I can carry them.

lay out cut up bag & add seam allowance pin back together cut out pieces serge and then reinforce stich with heavy thread

At quilt group today I sewed the back for a quilt we are going to donate to charitable auction, and I am pleased with the quilt that my donation produced. It sure will be nice to have it bless someone else, rather than have it another project waiting in the que in my sewing room.

I finished a natural root beer, and I have a contented tiredness on this Friday evening. Sure there are things that I would like to do, and yet sometimes one requires time not really doing much it order to be renewed for creative activities. I have been focusing a lot on making changes in my life this year. I started with exercise, and now I am holding my own with three times a week doing water aerobics. I have moved on to whole foods, and have eliminated process foods from my diet. I never really thought of my self as able to make a transition to a whole food way of eating, but I did it, and so could you. I have evolved to the point where I am using foods for their medicinal properties. I keep asking my friends about what they are changing in their lives, and they keep laughing at me and not saying much and it leads me to wonder how are they improving???
I don't watch T.V. Yes, that's right. I don't watch it, and it was one improvement that has made my life more tangible. With T.V. there is nothing to show for one's time at the end of the hour. I tuned into life, and it has brought immense satisfaction and reward.

I Finished!

So I finished a piece, after a little pause to obtain the purple thread that was dark enough for the moutians. Whale Horizons is a small art piece that is hand painted and free-motion quilted. I have fun working on this scale sometimes because I tend to do things big, did I say big, I meant huge. So I feel some sense of accomplishment at the end of the week. Labor Day may hold some time for me in the studio as we are sticking around home. I hope others are doing something more exciting.
I have some similar hand painted fabrics to embellish and have created a series. I think that I might even try to sell them sometime. I really felt that this piece didn't want a binding, so I serged around the edge in grey thread. I like it.
I potted some house plants today and they are uplifting. So nice to have something alive in our modern homes.

Quilt I'd Love In My Bedroom

You ever stop the car to take pictures??
I do.

What Happened To The Other 2%?

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The giant firs stand upright, charcoal in grey sudsy air. I have a bit left of my tea, and it's warmth luxuriates in porcelain as I inhale damp mist. Soon I will whirl into motion. I love to pause in the morning for just a minute to take in the fresh feeling that accompanies the start of a day. Each has such a different mood and song and I would hate to rush so and leave the refrain to drop.

There is enough breeze to buoy the sheer, and I brush it with my palm and walk out onto the deck. Yesterday was a challenging day, but it was filled with blessings, it just depends on how I choose to view it. I coped with a little fabric therapy, as I figure that is a much more rewarding and cost effective route. The secrets, anguish, which becomes buried in the fibers we purchase and set about designing with. Each piece carries a little hope or a bad memory. As a capsule of the despair of not knowing what to do, we acquire so we can remember an instance with a fabric. It soothes us somehow, even just sitting on the shelf. It excites when an unexpected association becomes apparent with another old friend, and a new idea is born. The glory when it is sewn.

Maybe in making a lot of changes in my life, I have left behind the other 2% of my creativity. Maybe the missing two percent is under a pile of fabric and stifled by the threads that haven't yet been put away from a time before. Perhaps I have it, but it is unused, stifled by the noise of accomplishment and daily life in the needing of having that 2% anyway?

I am due for some time, a block of time in the studio. It gets irritating when life gets in the way, and I think that is the 2% surely. The damp air spurts me onward. The fog is cocooning, it is slowing almost with the atmosphere of obscurity. I delight in this weird, maniacal summer of never ending weather surprises. It is like nature lost it's 2% too, and is making all these changes just to join into the fun. Fore she is a mother of many fabrics, woven textures defined by an invisible wizard whom seeks- to lure, to fascinate, and tempt.

Breathe and have peace and quiet

It is Tuesday and that mere fact leads me to wonder shouldn't I feel more powered up? Well, the day has been lackluster if you wanted to focus on the weather outside. The sunrise is from another morning. Inside however there has been a lot of accomplishing. I made healthy muffins and granola, so alas something for breakfast. The house smells warmly of oatmeal and cinnamon, and I am just slightly unsure where the summer went.

I am reflecting on the sewing party I hosted with some girlfriends, most didn't really sew and I was pleased at their digging in and trying something new. I think they had a good time. I got the idea to make notecards with a theme word. I used: wind, forrest, waterfall, mountain, sunset, and winter and told the girls to create a block with that word as an inspiring theme. I sat out my three mega tubs of scraps which are separated into light, medium, and dark, and told them they could use anything out of the bins.

It is so amazing how different everyone's imagination is. Not only do people look all different,

but they all have unique imaginations as well. The finished blocks! So the party was a success, and I am hoping to sucker them all into coming over for enough times to get a quilt.

I know this may be a small thing for many people, but I have always wanted milk in the glass bottles. Now not only do I find this local milk in glass, but to find it with a blue top-

My affection is won.

I sure goes good with the granola, still just a bit warm.

I was thinking on silence today, it seems rather quiet up here in my neck of the woods, maybe because I wasn't playing any music, or perhaps because it just seemed still, but I appreciated the quiet. I feel like our nation is deprived of solitude and my heart go out to the stressed out everywhere.