Weariness

I'm sitting here in an overstuffed chair, too tired to move. Sleep is calling me into the dark abyss and I want to fall. The only problem is that I am twenty miles from home, it is cold and dark and I am alone. At least, if I were in my car I would be alone. Instead I am sitting in Starbucks, downing an extra hot cup of non-fat cocoa, no whip, surrounded by young baristas and an occasional customer or two. I'm reluctant to leave for the car is cold and the house colder. Bill has class tonight in Fallon so I stopped by here, thinking I could get some emailing done. Now I'm stuck and not wanting to move.

This past year was one of the most difficult times I've experienced in a while. The home remodeling project took from me more than I expected. It seems as if I would have nothing left so many time. Oops the battery light is flashing so I'm going to save, shut down and really go home. It's time. More griping on another post.

Why did the elephant paint her toenails?

To hide better in the gumdrop patch!

A Walk in the Snow

A dozen feet before and after....walking in the snow.

All the Flowers in my Garden

As the snow drifts downwards and I sit here, sipping coffee, I think of my blessings and all the sweet daughters I have in my life. Sow a seed and the earth will yield a flower garden!

Hospice Quilts

We decided on the project last year and for Christmas, everyone exchanged a panel of fabric. The mission? To create a lap quilt for hospice patients. Through the year, the quilts came into Donna's studio and they were creative, colorful and finished. Mine however, was constantly set on the back porch to make room for other projects; baby quilts, birthday gifts....everything was getting done but the hospice quilt. We invited Judy, the volunteer coordinator, to our November18 meeting. Then I moved into gear. I had a deadline and since I was driving Judy to our meeting, I couldn't miss it. Literally minutes before we planned to meet at the crossroads in Silver Springs, I finished sewing down the binding. Tiger, Tiger in the Night was complete, finished! I didn't quite follow the directions as the pattern was a "quilt as you go" pattern and it just didn't have enough quilting for my likes so...I quilted it and when it was done, I loved it! I am so thankful for all Bill and I share in our life that I hope this quilt provides comfort for a family during this time of letting go. Check out the great quilts the Ditch Stitchers created! Way to go, ladies!

Wedding Whirls

I'm in the Phoenix airport, waiting for my plane to carry me safely back to Nevada. We came in yesterday, attended Emily and Cody's wedding and are jetting back within the half hour. My mind can't keep up with the high speeds at which my body is traveling. We whir over miles and miles, distances that would take us hours to cover in a car. Last night I was whirling on the checkerboard dance floor in her Aunt Denice's backyard and tonight I will be whirling about the house, getting ready for the first annual Conserve Carson River Work Day in Carson Valley. Wow!

Eliza Buckland Celebrates her 43rd Birthday

The parties were great and if you weren't there, I'm sorry you missed Eliza and Samuel Buckland's birthday parties in early September. The party-goers traveled back in time to 1883, when Buckland Station, on the Big Bend of the Carson River, was the hub of activity. The hostess for the day was La Donna, a volunteer at Buckland Station. Ready to receive the guests, Mike and I donned period costumes and assumed the characters of early settlers to share history of days gone by.

I created a dress which had a zipper down the backside even though zippers didn't make their way into the fashion scene until the early 1900s. I used a doily, created by a family member from years ago, to make a collar for the dress and pinned it with an exquisite little pin owned by Mama Sargent, Leona Sargent Petter's mother. (That would be Bill's great grandmother.) She lived in Hannibal, Missouri where she and Papa Sargent owned a dry goods business.

It was fun to perform this Chautaqua at Ft. Churchill State Historic Park and I hope some day to try it again. After all, I have the dress.