On the Tide...
I am in the thick of home renovations as I prepare to sell my house - and although the results are great (so far) - there are moments when I come home to surprises that are...(how best to say it?)...interesting. Yes. That's the word. Interesting.
I recently added an embroidery only machine to my sewing/quilting studio - and am happily on the learning curve of machine embroidery.
As I get ready to open my new store, The Painted Whale, product selection is first and foremost, and I am both pleased and excited with the items I have sourced! There are some incredibly talented, relatively undiscovered artists around - with unique, interesting and truly memorable products that will keep customers coming to browse and shop!
So hard to believe that yesterday was February 1st...but it was, and that means TIME FOR CHOCOLATE. And love. And romantic cards. And flowers. Maybe dinner out. But mostly CHOCOLATE!!!!!
Generally, I am a person who accepts that life is made up of comings and goings - and that changes are inevitable. But the news of the passing of Glenn Frey of the Eagles hit me surprisingly hard. I think it's because my teenage years were filled with their sound and their music - we saved, and schemed to go to every Eagles concert within reach, we played Hotel California (and many other songs) at our get-togethers and parties - the band was an integral part of our youth. There were other bands, too, but the Eagles were the defining sound of my group and generation in the place I grew up.
Over the past few years, I've had the following projects on my quilting bucket list:
2015 was a tough year. Our family lost a much loved parent, and it left all of us reeling.
However, that parent would have been the first person to say "Life is Beautiful", and would have given us all a metaphorical kick in the pants and told us to get on with it.
It's 2016 now, and after giving Mum the send-off she requested last October, it is time to move ahead.
In early September, my quilting pal and soul-sister Ange Torlop sent a care package fresh from Piper's River, Tasmania. Ange's care packages are always filled with incredible stitcheries and, usually, some unique-to-Australia treats and goodies as well. The day they arrive on the shores of Nova Scotia is always a GREAT day!
Wow! It seems like July flew by in a blur of activity that included trailer time, emergency hospital trips, quilting, a new sewing/quilting machine, my daughter's best friend's wedding, an extermination plan for the Japanese Lily Leaf Beetles which are invading my beloved Asiatic Lilies, a little sailing and whale watching....and.... Whew. Just looking back at it makes me tired. LOL.
Every now and again life places us at a crossroads, where we can either boldly go in a new direction (and in so doing, achieve some of our dreams), or we can opt to stay on the road more traveled.
I love summer...on many days, this is my view. Sometimes it changes to include a lighthouse or a whale or two - but basically, this is my view. I consider myself greatly blessed to have it.
A few weeks ago, I had one of my many "gotta buy more fabric" moments, and visited Shabby Fabrics, one of my favorite online stores. Among the stunning fabrics they had in stock was a Michael Miller print called "Bleu Paris". I fell in love. Totally in love. And added several yards to my very full shopping cart! As it turns out, it was a good decision.
Oh, wow! I can't believe it has been over a month since I blogged. I'm blaming my absence on our continued bad weather, the fact that trailer season has arrived (in spite of the bad weather), and also that the number of hours in every day seems to have dwindled from 24 down to about 6-1/2. Seriously. Has anyone else noticed that time seems to be speeding up?
Before I began quilting a few years ago, I had always heard about the great friendships formed between quilters - whether guild members, quilting swap participants, at Quilt Shows, etc. It sounded great, and just maybe...a little too good to be true.
That's how it feels at the moment! Do you ever get to that point in time where you have so many balls up in the air (all exciting and good, but just TOO many!) that you find yourself panicking inside? I'm there.