Thursday, January 29, 2009

An Entertainment of 6's

I've been tagged, by Teresa otherwise Blissfully known as Aunt T. This one is fun and easy and quick.
1. Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or wherever you store pictures.
2. Go to the 6th Folder, then pick the 6th picture in that folder.
3. Post that picture on your blog and the story that goes along with the picture.
4. Tag 6 other people that you know or don’t know to do the same thing and leave a comment on their blog or an e-mail letting them know you chose them.

These were fun -- it was my first forray into absolute nonsense. (Despite my being a big fan of nonsense, mind you, I don't often allow myself to indulge for no reason... it's German or midwestern or just a character flaw on my part that I am trying to shake.)

I was learning to make ribbon flowers, figuring out which type of ribbon works best, though I had no idea what I'd do with them. At about the same time I acquired dozens of buttons and yards and yards and yards of vintage seam binding from the stash of my boyfriend's mom. Trust me, Hell will freeze over before I ever bind a seam. Being a "No-nonsense" type is not the same as being a "stickler". Besides this seam binding is too pretty to hide -- it needs to come out in the open and shine, shine, shine. So there we go - by combining the two, the lengths of cheery seam binding with all the lovely ribbon poppies I could end up with bracelets and chokers. This photo depicts the bracelets -- I like them quite a lot.

Now I am going to tag 6:


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Snow Day

There's something to be said for Snow Days. Four inches of fluffy white treachery threatening, promising to keep you indoors all the live-long day... to watch movies, read trashy novels, bake cookies, pull the covers up to your chin.

With Snow Days all bets are off. Cute shoes give way to clunky boots, the Teacher Conference guaranteed to go badly gets canceled, hopefully to be forgotten forever. The check that's supposed to be in the mail will get mailed tomorrow or the day after.

Meanwhile we'll muddle through, we'll make it somehow.
We'll improvise.

Snow Days, to my mind, are meant for reflection. To sit off to the sidelines and ponder the course we are on.. is this the right one? Should we change paths... or simply adjust this one. At the very least Snow Days are meant to sit, to think, to breath quietly, in and out.

I like to take inventory... or at least I like the time required to take inventory. I like to sit quietly and wonder if I am going the right way, doing the right thing. Is this the year I sell the house? Pull up stakes? Hitch a ride west? Submit paperwork for a master's degree in something? Join the circus? In the end it's always the same --I am a home body. I like to feather my nest, stay put, stay the course.

Oh, but Baby, it's cold outside; a Hot Toddy will do a body good.