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T is for . . .

Thanks!,Turkey, Thursday, Tuesday, Thanksgiving, Tim (who is doing something special tomorrow, so be sure to check it out at  www.everymealafeast.blogspot.com. I can hardly wait. Tim and I share two things in common, the loves of good writing and good food, second only to family and good friends. I love the way Tim writes about his experiences with family, food, and friends), thimbles, Thinking (still a privilege in this country,) Thelonious Monk, Tina (the Howa and Fey varieties are favored here). And lastly, Tomorrow. Because if I show up with a burnt pumpkin pie which is possible indicated by the billows of smoke outside my front door, I can rest assure that there will be a Tomorrow, during which I will read this blog and eat perfect leftovers of spaghetti squash and hazelnut salad, while listening to Fruit Bats and making my list of things to accomplish next week, because Fat Friday is for planning, but I think we'll be skipping the brisket or mac and cheese bake.

Now I must get back to making more of these. And these. And these.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Gettin' saucy

Whew! I opened up my WIP box and found unfinished birdbrains, toothpillows, peacepals, and happypants. So I went straight to work on those. Right after I made sure I had enough business cards/price tags for the craft fair. Then I cut three more skirts, two more sets of pillowcases, and about eight blankets. And then I started in on my happy tapes. And tonight, I organized it all while J was out celebrating the success of SDFF and now that I'm finished doing that, I have allowed myself to blog. Oh, and I also had to do a taste test. What does it taste like on macadamia nuts? On itty bitty chocolate chip cookies? On blini? On a spoon? Wonderful beyond description, it's Caramel Sauce to Die For. And I'm sure I lost a pound. Someone suggested I should sell this. And so I will at our Fourth Annual Craft Fair in Sebastopol, California. Friends, food, fun, and a fundraiser too.

 

 

Taking a Much Needed Break

I'm in love with fabric. I could marry it. Yes, I could.

We're going to be in Redbook! October issue. I haven't talked about it much here because I've been working on making stuff, sewing, having birthday parties, writing descriptions, making pricing and shipping decisions, creating banners, organizing advertising, writing articles, networking, coordinating childcare - did I mention this all came about over the summer? There is a long version, but later. It's the hefty price tag that comes with being self-employed. It's never just eight hours, it's whenever you can. So I've decided I need some boundaries in order to also be able to focus on some other important things. And I have a quilt to finish for Sonya.

B, leaving a gift for the fairies.

This is an elf that B and I began working on about two weeks before school started. It was a crafty playdate and she had three friends over. It's time to finish those up.

This is my brand new niece, A, who lives in Boston. We've made her a few things and we'll have more to make because these grow so fast!

See! This one was born with an incredible sense of humour and ability to shine light even into the darkest places. She deserves to have the fairies leave her something every night.

And E's baby friends. She's so confident she gets right in with the first and second graders, not even knowing that she's a wee one year old. She's been walking for two months and if I'm too much of an ostrich I know I'll miss some really cool things.

I miss playing silly license plate games. This one we took for my father, who I haven't talked to in what seems ages, because it's right on the money. Well, except for one small detail. Okay two. He doesn't drive a honda and he doesn't do rainbows.

I will sit down and draw. The problem with me and drawing is that I become a horrible cook, which I am by no means not. But when I draw, the whole world is sealed outside of me and I don't hear, see, nor am I bothered by anything and I often burn up pots of soup, wasting whole bags of carrots, potatoes, and vegetable broth that I actually made myself. I really should do this drawing thing more and when not trying to get dinner ready. I'm decent at drawing, but would like to get better. Oh, this pic? Me, no - this one B drew and cut out. I love it.

I can't remember the last time I read something for pleasure, even if I do love a good non-fiction read. Also, I miss the feeling of being truly present when someone else is speaking instead of thinking about what I can check off next on my long list of to-dos. And how about drinking coffee for the simple sake that I like coffee rather than needing it to wake up because I had a mere four hours of sleep. This sleeping schedule makes me impish and not very creative. Reactive in fact.

And this is one of the better things I will do in the next few days - laugh with this man.

When I come back there will be something fun in relation to this post. Also, I will talk about being in Redbook and how I got there.