Monday, January 31, 2011

Languishing Hand Quilting

My WIP hand quilting.  Or, should I say UFO?  If I put a picture of it under my nose, maybe at least I'll think about it.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Maui Memory

I have visited Hawaii three times and I thought I was done with it but now I'm not so sure.  The sense of smell bypasses reason as it mainlines straight to memory and longing.  When I walked into the warm evening tonight as I left the hospital, I smelled food grilling in the cafeteria and it took me straight to Maui.  I adored a little hamburger joint in Lahaina right on the water.  I could have eaten there every night.  I wonder if it's still there.  Suddenly and with no warning, I crave Maui.  There was some great music played in the little bars in Lahaina.  I remember some guy playing Jeff Beck better than Jeff Beck.  Life is out there somewhere to be sweetly lived.

As I was writing this, I remembered Maui had many people living there who were running away from their lives.  I wonder if this is still true.  I'd like to run away for awhile and be by the ocean.  And eat hamburgers.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Crazy Thought of the Day

While waiting for the floors I just mopped to dry, I thought I'd jot down my Crazy Thought of the Day.  My husband's plumbing has cancer, my dishwasher conked out, and now there's no water pressure in the guest bath tub.  Either a. the Enemy has found a special route into plumbing issues or b. our house is in sympathy with my husband.  This has been The Crazy Thought of the Day, brought to you by my mind.

Friday, January 14, 2011

I'm currently working on Rose Quaker - Cross Stitch Pattern
by Stickideen von der Wiehenburg:

First things first:  I didn't misspell sleave!

It means:
noun
  1. Obsolete
    1. a fine silk thread separated from a large thread
    2. untwisted silk that tends to mat or tangle; floss
  2. Rare any tangle, as of ravelings

I'm a stitcher and I have trouble sleeping and my beloved husband was recently diagnosed with cancer so, Shakespeare's words are relevant to me.  My sleave is a bit raveled at the moment.

A dear friend suggested I start a journal to help me deal with what's going on right now, so here it is.