If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
Last week, I hiked up to Ruby Jewel Lake with my husband. The three-mile trail was steep and rocky, with patches of ice and snow, and the air was thin (we were over 11,000 feet). To add to the fun, we lost our way and wound up making an exhausting climb off-trail to get to... Continue Reading →
I'm having a creative crisis. I want to be making things (I hesitate to say art because so much of what I do is based in craft) but I do not know what to make. I've made lots of fiber art over the years, much of it in the form of quilts. My current count... Continue Reading →
I was listening to the Monty Python Sings album while I was sewing the other day, and it got me thinking about the importance of not taking myself too seriously. No serious topic is safe from the Pythons: not philosophy, not art, not religion, not politics, — not even death. I admire them for tackling the... Continue Reading →
Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theater business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Fennyman: So, what do we do? Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Fennyman: How? Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery. Shakespeare in Love For "theater" substitute... Continue Reading →
I love this Tolkien quote. In one sentence he offers both comfort and hope. I get comfort from the fact that like me, he sometimes struggled to let himself do the things he enjoyed. I also suffer from creative anorexia, holding back from things I know I will enjoy because they seem frivolous. My "mad"... Continue Reading →
