Unfinished Projects

It was a visceral reaction that I had when opening my gift from Jackie.  There it was; a beautiful crewel embroidery of yellow finches resting on intricate branches.  But it was a kit; yet to be stitched.  Anything cloth, or string, or yarn with the potential of becoming something more excites me to the max.  Just touching it; feeling the texture and almost feeling the colors sends my senses over the edge.

It was my Mother who taught me to embroider when I was a young girl making tea towels (now that is what I buy and collect from second hand shops) and later a cross stitch border on a full skirt.  Later she showed me the counted cross stitch, popular in the 70's.  Trying it I decided there would never be enough patience in me for such intricate work but did a second small piece and was hooked.  As I focused on my stitching evening after evening Dennis used to say it did something for my brain.  But this kit was crewel embroidery.  I have done some crewel but it was Mother who excelled at it and expanded it into some heirloom pieces using many more techniques along with gold and silver threads. She was an artist!

The first thing I thought of when opening the gift was, "Wonderful, I will love doing this.  When can I start?"  Then the harsh reality hit; what is it that I need to complete before beginning a new project?"  No one knows the number of unfinished projects that are in my closet.  Considering just the embroidery ones is daunting.  What about the counted cross stitch, "Taking Turns" a P. Buckley Moss design which was intended for my sister as a gift at least 20 years ago, or the small Christmas stockings and the placemats?

These days it's weaving and art quilting that draws me.  In an effort to be more sustainable and not use up the earth's resources I am trying to reduce and reuse. And it's here the creativity kicks in.  Why not take all these unfinished projects and put them together into an art quilt?  It will be named, "Unfinished Projects."

Your gift, Jackie, is turning out to be more than you realized. It's the incubator for a whole new way of creating.  We'll see just when it gets finished. Thank you.

My Bread

There must be something about baking when the winds begin to blow; one worries about the electricity going off; rain is falling and there is even a possibility of SNOW!  I asked my friend, Marilyn, how her daughter, Kristi, was getting along in Pennsylvania.  "Oh, she's getting ready for the hurricane.  She is baking cookies and corn bread, heating up the kitchen so when the electricity goes out the kitchen will be warm."  Sounds logical!  We have always laughed that Kristi and I have the same kind of brain.   I was baking bread in Virginia!

My Bread by Jim Lahey has recipes and directions for NO KNEAD BREAD.  This fasinated me two years ago when I hear him interviewed about his method and his new book.  Thank you, Martha, for giving me this book!  I love it!  Not only does it have great recipes, but it has pictures that make you salivate.  There is no resisting the plunge into the dough after spending just a few minutes looking at it.  We've talked about this method over the last two years.  I found wonderful discounted clay bread bakers at the seconds store of  Emerson Creek Pottery in Bedford, VA for King Author Flour Co. and gave one to my sister, Martha, for Christmas.  Unfortunately it broke in the mail so I went back this year and got another.  I am here to tell you that it works beautifully, the clay baker and the basic recipe from the book.

Now that I have taken the picture, I am off to taste the bread.

Project Completed!

Thank you, Dennis, for coming from Florida and being here to celebrate with me.  You told me you would come and repair our wall and you did.  This was your gift.

After working Saturday morning you ran out of materials......river stones?  I had seen them for sale around town but Ann decided we should go down to the river and collect them so the wall would stay local.  Now collecting several dozen stones from along the Roanoke River Greenway is not simple.  "Take the truck down," she suggested, "and we will load it up."  But you can't take a truck on the Greenway.  "Let's send all the family members down and have them carry up three or four."  So we went looking.  I remember that in my youth one could easily find the smooth elongated stones.  That's why so many walls were built using those stones. But with the flood control excavations along the river a lot of rif-raf was brought in for fill.  We didn't find many true authentic river rock.  We used what we had and then made a step for easy passage from one yard to another.  

Thanks to our family Master Stone Mason, Dennis, the wall is completed.  Today I took down the "wet cement" sign.  Project completed!

Becky knows that I love red so she ordered this vintage step stool for the kitchen.  This was a pretty significant step because it is meant to replace  Madeline's (her mother, my aunt) stool that has resided in the corner of the kitchen for at least 65 years.  They remember Madeline resting on the stool while she cooked.  But these days it's in pretty bad shape.

There's another story here.  Carol, Becky and I have a special talent for putting things together.  We are a team and recently spent two days putting Carol's new computer table together laughing the entire time.  Becky sorted the pieces; Carol handled the screws; and I directed.  Well ladies, I need you here!  This stool is in fifteen pieces and needs to be put together.

Thank you, Becky, for the gift.  It fits the red kitchen and I love it, or I will love it when you both come and help me put it together.  See you soon.

This morning I am beginning to read, To Bless the Space Between Us by John O'Donohue, an Irish writer of several books. His words are poignant raising up a sense of indwelling Spirit.  Here he speaks of new frontiers and the courage it takes to embark on those adventures.

May I have the courage today

To live the life that I would love,

To postpone my dream no longer

But do at last what I came here for 

And waste my heart on fear no more.

This 70th birthday as well as these words remind me that there are only so many years left that I might live that life that I am meant to live.  It's the life of the true self unfettered with the fear of judgement or failure.

Thank you Pat and Chuck.  To Bless the Space Between Us is a treasure!

What a Party!

On Saturday thirty-six of my family and friends surprised me with a birthday party for my 70th birthday.  For the last three months I had been questioned, lied to, mislead, and generally confused about what was going to happen on October 20.  To see that so many people came to celebrate was the most affirming event of my life.  I have a fantastically loving family and awesome friends for whom I am ever grateful!

The presents which ranged from poems to bottles of wine seem hold such special significance that it had to be an act of the Spirit among us.   For the next month this blog will be my experience of the gifts of love that were given to me and a thank you to each and every person who came.  Today they are still on the floor of the living room just as we left them on Saturday. Each day as I am moved to experience one of the presents, I will remove it from it's wrappings and on this Blog write about it and thank the person who presented it.  In this way we will continue the party together for the next month . I hope you enjoy!