|from one of my art quilts, "at night the ferns danced"|
Welcome to this week's list of likes!
since I wanted a picture of the full moon this week, but didn't get one because of the haze, I put in a close up of one of my art quilts. I painted the leaves and appliqued them to the top. I painted the face, covering it in layers of sheers. Heavily quilted and beaded. One day I might show the whole quilt... it's one I share in lectures.
On to the list of likes...
Starting with the brilliant full moon this week!!! It was like an enormous friend in the sky.
This picture is one I took at dusk, of a sliver of a moon. For some reason the picture made it look like a half moon, but it was a crisp cool evening, the kind that makes you look up!
We often drive to another neighborhood to see new things on a walk. On this afternoon-walk last weekend we saw three very tall young men fiddling with the car one of them built.
I loved it for the creativity and the fact that he took a vehicle down to the basic elements.
I found my jewelry, put in a "SAFE PLACE" which means I lost it in the basement.
Look at two special pieces here...
These are so lovely....I know the images don't do them justice but the carnelian and the moonstone in the giraffe, and the opal on the moon piece are astounding in person.
I'm so glad to find them again.
I hate the thought of losing things, not these which will be in my hands but other special items, in a move.
Really it's become my overwhelming fear along with all the other fears.
I lost a lot of weight once, it was too big, so I washed it in hot water to turn it into boiled wool. That worked, it shrunk and now it fits. Of course I gained some of the weight back... never mind...
We had a discussion on QuiltArt (an online group) this week, when someone mentioned the adage, "if you haven't used it in a year, you don't need it"
Not in my experience! After one woman wrote of taking all her clothes one at a time, deciding to keep or discard it, with a friend there telling her the background story of special garments.
I wrote back:
I had the hardest time with clothes, and you made a ritual of it, which was honoring the feelings about them. Great concept Margaret.
Certain things were easier.
I found giving up all my cookbooks to be really easy, til it came to about four of them. I would happily live a rich life of having a chef these days, if we were rich that is. Now I eat to live and would be content with whatever is filling and healthy.
You remind me our tastes change, and that is when it's best to get rid of something. When it no longer gives you what you wanted from it.
I tend to just keep things, long after they have given their all to me.
...Stuff that I spent good money on but never worked for me, the books on how to diet I'll never read, the size 10 jeans that I wore once before they became too tight again, the cookbooks from Thailand I'll never find the ingredients for because I don't want to, the pretty shoes that somehow I just never find a reason to wear. All that make up. The gifts well meaning family gave to me because they had to give me something. The half chewed up dog leash because the new one is nicer but the old one could be used as back up except it never is. The fabric someone gave me for a quilt back, that I never choose for the back of a quilt. Tools bought that never get used.
There are people in the military for instance who move every two years, so they keep only the necessities.
I am not that person.
I'm the magpie nester who drags shiny things back to my place just in case.And then stores them.
|moving supplies? I'll help tear off a chunk!|
Milo had a lot to like this week starting with the surgeon. Dr. Leisure asked to see Milo walk...
I said, well, he'll more likely run, buck, bite, jump, dart, and grab the Daddy's arm but I'll give it a go.
He laughed when Milo did all of the above, finally prancing around the ring like a show poodle.
He said Milo is about as healed as he'll be. The muscles need strengthening, stretching, and use. No more braces. Let him play! Yikes! Are you kidding me? I'm terrified he'll re-injure it right away.
Still, Milo senses what the Doctor said, and reminds me daily, let's play! Doctor's orders!
He spins, and runs, and grabs and jumps. He darts at other dogs. He pretends to stalk me. He constantly exercises his vocal chords. He mostly eats at night like a lion, ready to play all day. He only eats if he's hungry, so we keep a bowl of kibble for him, and he nibbles during the day, but eats more at night. We're aware of bloat so he gets small meals at a time.
|Look at that face... he's saying WALK TIME!|
He is tall and skinny with impossibly long legs. All the neighbors comment on those legs.
He turned 9 months old, weighs 55 lbs, and as Diane in Texas says, waves his teeth around. He seems to be turning grayish, so he may end up being a blue poodle.
He's ready for a ride in the car to our new residence.
Please visit the others keeping it positive today!
linking to some of these
Our World Tuesday
http://sky watch Fridays
Thankful Thursdays pet parade
willy nilly Friday (random images)