Saturday, December 31, 2011

Resolution 2012


One day in October I was complaining to a friend that I thought I had lost my "mojo" as an art quilter.
That evening my son called to tell me he has cancer.  Talk about a game changer!  In these last months of 2011 I have come to realize that there is nothing more precious than living in the moment.  I am learning to appreciate the blessings of the path rather than to fret about where it leads.

My resolution for 2012 is to treasure every hour I am fortunate to play/work in my studio and to never again whine about something as empty and fatuous as "mojo."  As the last minutes of 2011 tick away, my son is winning against his cancer.  Whatever I can create with my talents is just icing on the cake.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Tacoma Christmas 2011

So many blessings lighting up the lives in this house.  My son's health continues to improve!!!  Little Bridget has mastered "4 wheel drive" (so nothing below 24 inches is sacred:-)  Lots of family trekking up by road and air to fill the extra rooms.  We won't care that it's supposed to rain all next week.

My temporary studio in the basement has been packed up and stashed under the ping pong table to make even more room for merriment.  But my knitting bag is always nearby to keep my creative juices simmering.

May all the world enjoy a peaceful respite during this special time.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

A Few Words Wednesday

On rare occasions in late autumn, Mt. Rainier casts a shadow on the clouds as the sun rises behind it.  Inspiration!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Mt. Rainier, pieced 16" x 64"


I secretly like paper piecing, especially during periods when the muse of originality forsakes me, or when following someone else's directions is like taking a vacation, or when the design is too beautiful to ignore.
This paper pieced view of the massive volcano, designed by Amber Wittmayer, was too intriguing to pass up.

It has been the perfect project for those few precious hours when I can reconnect with my sewing machine.  With the exception of some very unpleasant side effects, my son's melanoma is responding well to the drug Zelboraf which is buying him time for whatever will be the next step on his path.

Of course, my mountain awaits a backing, batting, and quilting.  Certainly by Christmas so I may gift it to my beautiful son and his valiant wife.  They are climbing a virtual Mt. Everest.