Saturday, February 04, 2006
Flogging the Art Bunny
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Speaking of Wayback Machines
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
The Sibs
Friday, January 27, 2006
the Zombies efforts
For those of you who know about Yoga, I actually fell asleep in a fat woman's variation of the Child's Pose. You know, knees a-spraddle, belly dragging on the mattress and head cradled on folded arms as I listened to the music from the "Breathe" yoga show on TV. The Dr. heckled me for stretching my sciatic nerve (let's hope she's right) and then went on to prescribe some Hillbilly Heroin for me. I took one dose, spent two hours scratching madly, giggled inappropriately at the TV, goaded the sleeping cats into play, and to frost the cake, took out markers and started coloring in the dark. About two in the morning, my GoodMan rolled over and told me he was planning on smothering me with a pillow if I didn't settle down. The pain never left, I just didn't care. No more O. for me.
When not feeling too totally crappy, I have resumed machine quilting this un-named project I started last summer at Elizabeth Barton's studio. And no jokes about a dildo farm. This piece is quite large and I really didn't notice all things being at arm's length and all.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Head cold Redux
Friday, January 13, 2006
When in doubt, go Shopping!
Monday, January 09, 2006
contest
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Finished!
I have been memetagged.....
First DyeFest of '06
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
unpacking (still)
Monday, January 02, 2006
Tornado Watch
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Sneaking up on sewing
Monday, December 26, 2005
Serenity
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Merry Christmas...
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
the O-Bags
Saturday, December 17, 2005
A Quiet Saturday Night
Thursday, December 15, 2005
The Mad Dash
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Christmas Party booty
Monday, December 12, 2005
The Quilters Prayer
_________ Market Scene_____________...
Quiet, dark house.
A distant dryer rumbles.
Everyone home and sleeping.
Coiled cats mutter over
missed sunning opportunities, paws over their eyes.
In the market today I stood in a shaft of sunlight
glad it was coming over my shoulder,
the better to read the promises and lies
on the bottles of vitamins. After the Cs, Ds and Es,
I closed my eyes and leaned back into the warmth
resigned to indecision.
Leaning out the window of his glass prison,
the elderly pharmacist said "Bella, Signora, bella".
From some other me,I knew to smile and say "Grazie"
then turn and get on with the day, a winter bouquet added to my list.