November 2022

music, reality

Shoes….

 Our writing word this time is “shoes.” It’s my word, in the sense that I gave it as the idea for the next writing exercise. Well, I love shoes. I am a “shoe person.” I can remember most of the shoes I have worn since grade school. I remember saddle shoes and white bucks. I […]

reality, unicorns

Fridays are special…

I have always loved Fridays. When I was teaching, it was the end of the week of a commitment to a job that gave you enough money to enjoy a few days off at the end of that week. Friday was the beginning of the weekend – time off to catch up. Yes, there was

reality, unicorns

Fridays are special…

I have always loved Fridays. When I was teaching, it was the end of the week of a commitment to a job that gave you enough money to enjoy a few days off at the end of that week. Friday was the beginning of the weekend – time off to catch up. Yes, there was

creativity

How sweet is this…

 ….I have finally finished the memory quilts (more like accent throws) for the twin beds in the “large” room – everything is relative. I am now working on a quilt for my daughter’s room. The needlework keeps me busy; I don’t have to watch the assault to everyone’s intelligence on Netflix et al…and I get

creativity

How sweet is this…

 ….I have finally finished the memory quilts (more like accent throws) for the twin beds in the “large” room – everything is relative. I am now working on a quilt for my daughter’s room. The needlework keeps me busy; I don’t have to watch the assault to everyone’s intelligence on Netflix et al…and I get

knitting, words

My Stuff….

 …… My writing partner has given the next challenge – “My Stuff.” It couldn’t come at a better time. The change of seasons always makes me re-examine “my stuff.” This would be the bits and bobs, flotsam and jetsam of a life spent grappling with the creative process. I know creativity takes many routes, all

knitting, words

My Stuff….

 …… My writing partner has given the next challenge – “My Stuff.” It couldn’t come at a better time. The change of seasons always makes me re-examine “my stuff.” This would be the bits and bobs, flotsam and jetsam of a life spent grappling with the creative process. I know creativity takes many routes, all

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