My father, a farmer, finished August dinners and suppers by filling his emptied plate with sliced tomatoes. He liberally sprinkled sugar over the juicy rounds, then ate them all. This is a clear childhood memory for me, and my brother shares it. What I don't know is if Daddy liked tomatoes or not. Did he … Continue reading Tomatoes On The Plate
This is the Hour of Lead - Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow - First - Chill - then Stupor - then the letting go - - Emily Dickinson Death came to our family this week. Weary people wait, watch for the snow to recede.
Bare branches define short day skies. Bring a lamp. Be prepared for dark nights. Advent stole made on speculation and available for purchase at fibergig.
I like to cooperate with the weather instead of resisting it. It's the farm girl in me. It's the sensible mom in me. It's the "be present" mystic in me. Snow and frigid cold is a gift of time for design and prototype development in the studio this week. Fingerless gloves knit by my daughter … Continue reading Working With the Weather
I am safe and warm and puttering in my studio. Pressing fabric sets me free to pray for those in harm's way. - my Facebook status for today, posted so that my family and friends knew that I had weathered my experience of the storm named Sandy. I was intrigued by the number of "likes" … Continue reading Putter Power