Pumpkin Cottage

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

The Power of Craft


There are two ways of spreading light:
to be the candle or the mirror that
reflects it.
                          Edith Wharton



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When Mr. Lee and I started dating we had
a teeny tiny difference of opinion.
Mr. Lee called my acrylic paints "craft"
paints in a condescending voice. 

In my heart I was a homemaker
who needed to craft.
Oh yes, I worked outside the home
but that didn't define me or bring
the satisfaction of crafting. 

Reading about crafting and crafters
is almost as satisfying.






















Embroiders' art and book.
The book Hoopla, by Leanne Prain


Mr. Lee's comment was a put down. 
Definitely, a put down. 
True Mr. Lee is the
artist but I get
more crafting done, because
without the meditative qualities
of making stuff my soul
would wither.

Another great book:
Creative Block: Get Unstuck, Discover
New Ideas. Advice & Projects from
50 Successful Artist

Monday, April 7, 2014

Musings from Pumpkin Cottage

I used to think I was the strangest 
person in the world but then 
I thought there are so many people in 
the world, there must be someone just 
like me who feels bizarre and flawed
in the same way I do.

Frida Kahlo


Oh yes, Frida, me, too.





Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Visiting Prescott, AZ

Everyone's Hometown, Prescott, AZ

Not one person asked,
"You aren't from these parts are you?"
This is hometown bliss:
super friendly, super clean, with historical
downtown Whiskey Row.



 








































At home we rarely have time to go to
the movies.
In Prescott, we made time for two movies
Muppets Most Wanted
and Mr. Peabody and Sherman.

Totally luxury at the Picture Show theater.

















Seriously, every single seat.


Thrift stores, home cooking, and a book lover's
paradise.









































Peregrine Book Company

















The Hampton Inn accommodations included
this indoor kid friendly pool.
Swimming every day.

















Cute cottages all around.

















Candle dipping at Armadilla Wax Works




























Sunday, March 30, 2014

Weekend Wrap Up

Do you ever have those weekends when time stands still?

Last weekend started with Doris Day
and Please Don't Eat the Daisies on
Friday evening.  Singing, kids,
and cute interiors.






















Book reading, finished Signals by
Joel Rothschild. There are times
when a book must be read in
small bites.  I started this
book months ago but couldn't
get past the second chapter.
I simply was not ready, a
week ago the book started calling
me and I had to read through
to the end.  It's a three hankie
read.






















Over the years, I have learned
to be patient, to accept, and
know the proper time will
present itself with books and
in life.
























While Mr Lee, demolished our
powder room, I worked in
our urban garden, it had
become a jungle. The perfect
spring day and my awareness
of my mother in the garden
are soul quenching.

In this tiny garden is where I feel closest
to her.  The plants she lovingly planted.
The fig and strawberry guava trees
she started.

The kale Uncle Joe planted with her seeds.
Roses from her collection.
In the garden, I am inspired to push
through the pain to be enveloped
by her embrace.

Watched TV.
At Home with Venetia
Pioneer Woman


Mark, our oldest, is painting while we
visit Prescott, AZ.  Mr. Lee had to cut out
damaged drywall from a leak
under the sink. 

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Happiness All Around

The years are ticking away.

















Best Friends.

 

Play is hard work.
Necessary to develop character.
Laugh through the hurt.
That's Holly at the bottom of the pile.
Laughing.

Pinata time.
Learning to move through periods of 
darkness.  Preparing for years of 
standing in line patiently.


















That's Jodi patiently reading Holly's birthday cards.
Without Jodi I don't think I could have
survived Holly's pregnancy.  We commuted to
and from work on the train.  Jodi carried
my backpack and walked me to our shuttle bus.
She encouraged and cheered me on.
When you don't think the Lord
is listening look around.

Pumpkin Cottage.

















Nothing is better than having those
who love and support you
around you in times of difficulty and joy.

There's nothing you can do
that's more important than
being fulfilled.

                                      Jose Campbell

Monday, March 17, 2014

Top of the Morning to You






















May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.


                                   Irish Blessing

Luck of the Irish, green.
A dream car, vintage BMW 2002.



















I look good in green or red. 


















Extra luggage for loot.

Mr. Lee says I have all the dishes ever made.  A slight exaggeration, 
but with the slide of the hand I am trying, note the rose tea
plate (4) came home with us.  I love you, Mr. Lee.  


















All the credit for packing goes to the Mister.

Happy Monday, make it a great week.




Sunday, March 16, 2014

We All Need a Friend

People don't always need advice.
Sometimes all they really need is
a hand to hold, an ear to listen,
and a heart to understand them.
                              Zig Ziglar

My friend, Lori, is that friend. 
Her parents, siblings,
and extended family are remarkable.
An All-American
family: loving, hardworking, inclusive
and supportive.

A few years back, our little family started
joining Lori's family at their
cabin to celebrate 4th of July.

For over 50 years the family has gathered
at the cabin to celebrate. My rendition
of the cabin when Lori's children were
small is depicted below.

Lori's mom entrusted me with her treasured
button box.  In it were more than 50 years
of collected buttons, lace, and snaps. 
I've used some of collection to represent
a winter day at the mountain cabin.

Last Thanksgiving, I asked the family
to each stitch a button unto the canvas.


Wes and Tori 





































Stitched with love for a very special friend.
A friend who helped me create through the
darkness back to the light.