I am! I love a gift that is perfect to show all year round. I’ve been working on these goodies to show at an upcoming tradeshow. If my wishes come true, you’ll see them on some goodies in a shop one day. My dreams will work if I do…
I did it again! Packed up my gear and headed for Houston. What a trip.
I built my booth walls from pegboard. The original plan was to stitch through the holes with yarn, but after everything was up it seemed like overkill. I kept it simple. This was the half booth space and was perfect for little ol’ me. Actually, it was pretty much all I could handle. It was just me and assembling it all was such a bear! I unloaded it all myself.
Another Quilt Market is in the books!
I am addicted to making stuff with galvanized piping!!
I made an additional 7′ table to have my sewing machines all set up. One for me and one for my girls. I have plenty of piping left for more projects. New stair rails, a closet makeover, benches, something for the barn… This could get crazy!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,900 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 48 trips to carry that many people.
A poem by my sweet cousin Joanna Dickman. She didn’t leave anything left to be said. I thank her for this beautiful gift.
And Out In
I stood behind my grandfather
in a chattering of freshly soul-fed friends
and clasped my hands around his middle,
my face resting on the worn blazer over his shoulder blade.
He turned his head to the side
spoke to me
and I told him I love you in his ear.
I felt his breath fill my arms,
the labor of a life
in this practiced pattern in
and out in
and out in
and knew some day would come.
when the news comes that
we only have him till July,
He is good stock.
He is made of oatmeal
and pickle vinegar
and beet juice
and the last of all the vegetables
and the marrow from every bone
and the meat from every lobster leg
and always milk never coffee,
always water never soda.
When they tell me his heart is tired,
He is made of farm land
of waking up with the sun
of working all day
of finishing high school early
of a degree in engineering
of being an engineer.
He is made of numbers and figuring
of problem solving,
of the mathematics that hold
a thing together to reach the moon,
and a family together to reach retirement.
He is made of sails
and tides and ocean
of latitude and longitude
of the wind in his hair,
of a wheel in his hands,
of charted and uncharted waters,
of charted and uncharted lands.
When they tell me this could be it,
this could be the last season, the last time,
He is one liners and deep smiles,
and five-word wisdom.
He is the pillar,
the anchor, the bulwark
the tide, the moon
He is made of real things.
They don’t make men like this anymore.
And no July,
no month, no date, no year.
None of them are enough to take him from us
to take the breath from his lungs
to make some day arrive.
It came as a quake,
something that is known
but never expected.
you can’t hear over your own breathing
you fight everything that touches you.
it keeps men talking at your back all night,
and puts forks in your eyes.
it pulls your family to your side.
The world was held together
by the continuous beeping of monitors,
by tape and gauze,
by sheer force of will–
the will of magnetic north,
of hurricanes and tornadoes,
of planetary rotation
And then the wind gave out
and out in
The compass started spinning.
The planet stopped turning.
Gravity let go.
And everything became a struggle.
When to wake up?
How to get out of bed?
Where to go?
And the world missed it.
People went about their lives,
and standing in lines,
cutting people off on the road,
flicking through radio stations,
making their coffee.
People everywhere continued,
going about their lives as if nothing had happened.
But the world is less now.
The spine of our family has been ripped out.
True north is gone.
The sun only rises out of habit,
and it’s getting later every day.
A wine sleeve, in more ways than one!