Old Books – Art Star Journal

And Yet I Persist

My grandmothers, my sister, and me MANY years ago, I think I was around 4 years old. Shoot only 68 years ago ……………… These two women gave me their genes but left me with something even more important to me: who I am. They were DOERS. I watched both of them make a home with…

Inheritance

Genes are fascinating. Some time ago, I noticed that DNA mavins can now tell what you inherited from which parent. What you inherited, that is, as far as locational DNA. Like I have Scottish genes through both my parents, but English through only my father. Genes are fascinating, but more fascinating to me are the…

Gardening, Sewing, and Reading

This is an old photo. I must have been about 3 years old. That’s quite a few decades ago, I’m afraid. Both of my grandmothers, Nannie and Hattie, are gone now ……………. but not gone. I learned something from each of them. Today I want to tell you about Grandma Hattie. She was an educated…

Cleaning House – Well, Part of the House

I am only posting that picture in order to shame myself into organizing (cleaning) my sewing room, a/k/a studio. I have a problem with the word studio. It sounds like I’m a productive artist person – which tickles my guilt bone – because I SHOULD BE A PRODUCTIVE ARTIST PERSON and instead I am a…

Mercury Retrograde and Being a Pain

I like doing this stuff, you know. Messing with colors, sprinkling on dyes and saturating the cloth with soda ash …………….. waiting FOREVER to see what it looks like – I love it. Then I like actually DOING something with the fabric. I’ve been on a garment sewing kick since 2008 when I bought my…

Just Being Here Now

Being where I am, and not being where I’m not – that’s my recipe for living. You could call it mindfulness, total meditation or Zen. Whatever you call it, for me it is the only way I can function. And it isn’t easy, paying attention. It doesn’t matter whether I’m depressed, angry, ecstatically happy or…