We gather trash and treasures from the beach most mornings: plastic twine and bits of flattened plastic foam the size of a dime. We look for agates and glass worn smooth in the rocks and sand. In and out the ocean throws its skirts up on shore. The twice-daily wash of water tumbles the basalt, [...]
Gary sewed a button on the other day. A few months ago I made repairs to quilts I'd sewn for our older son—quilts that are decades old and have been through the wash too many times. I recall my dad talking about learning to darn socks in the Army. I know, in theory, how to [...]
...you might kiss one. A group of at least a dozen people stayed next door this past weekend. (Gary says they were likely Swedish because of the white caps and running about barefoot on the sand and even in the water in November.) They took over the depression where Gary had his fire last week and [...]
I hope to take my third quilt up to be quilted this week—that's it above while it was about a third complete. I am waiting to hear when I can deliver it because I need to send my laptop in for repair. Again. I have been using a Mac daily since 1990 and until this [...]
The rabbit has been at my roses again. Gary put wire around the denuded stripy rambler and it leafed out again and bloomed, though it did not have the energy to send out much new growth. The other new, pink, rose in the front came back without help, but apparently the rabbit has been only waiting [...]
Another one. Wasn't I going to make something completely different? A story? "Autumn Garden." All batiks, about a hundred different fabrics so far here. All those skinny strips will be pieced into the squares.
"“I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it.”—The Color Purple by Alice Walker My favorite pair of gloves are purple. They are not quite dark enough because I want the shade to conceal stains. That sounds practical, but I also prefer the shadows, [...]